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. Perhaps he'd been
rash to suggest exploration. They continued spiraling
upward.
"Maybe a wicked sorceror, abandoned -- banished,
that's better! -- by his peers lives at the top of the
tower," Damaris continued her daydream. "Lonely and
bitter, he's practicing his art on kender! Maybe well get
magicked!"
"Except for the magic, you just described Vinsint," Phi-
neas scoffed.
"I knew I heard it somewhere," Damaris mumbled.
"I haven't been magicked since I tangled with that
goat-sucker bird," Trapspringer said wistfully.
"You met a goat-sucker bird?" Damaris asked envi-
ously. Goat-sucker birds were legendary among kender.
"I've never known anyone who's seen one! I didn't realize
they were magical. What did it look likel Did it try to
peck your eyes out?"
"Oh, yes!" Trapspringer said, a swagger in his voice.
"Of course they're magical! That's why they're so fierce.
This one came at me out of a murky swamp -- they live in
them, you know. Well, it..."
Phineas's legs ached, and he was finding it difficult to
catch his breath. They'd been climbing for some time be-
fore he thought to start counting, and even without that
he estimated they'd covered more than three hundred
steps without a rest. Wheezing, he collapsed on a step.
"I'm beginning to think Vinsint was right: There is
nothing else in here. Maybe we should turn back. There's
no telling what he'll do if he returns and sees that we've
slipped away." The human shuddered, picturing the
ogre's bulging muscles.
But the eager kender were already out of earshot
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