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Bozdil cringed. "Don't you think talking about 'it' is,
well, in bad taste?" He patted Tas's hand. "You're better
off not knowing."
They fell silent. Tas heard a rooster crow in some far-
distant room. He could hear the near-silent "swish-
swish" of a pendulum slicing through air.
The kender did not know how far they'd walked when
they stopped before a closed door. "This is it. The jar-
fitting room," Bozdil said, his voice clipped. He pushed
open the small, simple wooden door.
Tasslehoff ducked his head in hesitantly. He let out a
high whistle of wonder and delight. Multicolored glass
from thousands of jars winked and sparkled in the torch-
light.
"They look like gems," he breathed. The kender
dashed into the room and skipped between two rows of
knee-high jars of all shapes and colors, gaping at every
one in unabashed fascination: sky blue, bird's egg blue,
water blue, sea green, grass green, leaf green, amber,
ruby, and dozens of other colors. "I haven't seen this
many colors since the stained-glass windows fell out of
the Rainbow Inn in Kendermore. I didn't know glass jars
came in so many shades!"
"They don't generally," Bozdil said smugly. "We blow
our own glass, so it's very clear and sturdy, but thin
enough so you can still see through it clearly. Nothing is
too good for our specimens. Do you see anything you
like?" He waved a hand to include the whole area.
The room was so full of jars that it was impossible to
tell how large the room was, or even to hazard a guess as
to how many jars were actually there
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