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. He looked at the black licorice beneath his feet
and jumped backward. "And what in hell is this?" Then
he heard the chatter and looked up, his face turning
crimson. "Who in hell are you?"
"A human," one of the kender muttered above the
twitter. "I don't think we have one of those, do we? And
a vulgarian! I don't suppose he can help being a human.
Still, didn't we outlaw vulgarity?" The crowd of
weighty kender turned in on itself to discuss the matter.
Phineas pushed his way through the fleshy crowd
surrounding Trapspringer and Damaris. He looked
more than a little relieved at the sight of them.
"Where are we?" he asked, trying hard to control his
voice so that Damaris could not accuse him of sounding
"unhinged."
He had never even imagined such a place. Who
would build an entire village out of candy? Who, in-
deed, he mused, watching the throng of unusually mas-
sive kender. Perhaps this was the stage for a play, and
these kender were but actors with padding in their
clothing? But then how do they get their cheeks to puff
out so convincingly? he wondered.
No, these were genuinely plump kender, he con-
cluded after bumping into a few of them. Then he no-
ticed something that made his breath catch in his
throat. These kender were nonchalantly breaking off
pieces of houses, plants, and fences and stuffing them
into their mouths while they continued their discussion.
"I believe that one there --" Damaris pointed to the
first kender they'd met, the one who looked to be wear-
ing two pair of pants sewn together "-- said this place
was called Gelfigborough, or something like that
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