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"That's right, Miss," said the very man who'd told
them that, spinning around. "Gelfigburg. Named after
our founder here, Harkul Gelfig." The kender put his
meaty arm around the shoulder of a gray-haired kender
wearing pants similar to his friend's. Both men beamed.
"But where is 'here'? " Trapspringer asked.
The kender named Harkul stepped forward, his face
serious. He rocked back and forth, heel to toes. his
hands unable to clasp behind his back. "We're not sure
about that, exactly. There are those of us who think that
we're dead and that this is Reorx's pantry."
"But I don't worship Reorx," said Phineas.
The village's founder frowned. "That's interesting.
Somebody write that down."
"But the human was with these kender when he en-
tered the foggy tunnel," said a voice from the crowd.
"Maybe he was just sucked along in their vortex."
"Another good point! Somebody write that down,
too." Harkul rubbed his hammy hands eagerly. "I think
we're on to something here! We haven't had a good par-
adox in... oh, a long time, I'd say."
"How long have you all been here?" Damaris asked,
noticing the range of ages in the faces of the crowd.
"Three days!"
"A fortnight!"
"One week!"
"Four months!" That came from Gelfig.
"You're the founding father, and you've only been
here four months?" asked Phineas.
Gelfig looked insulted. "It's been a very productive
stay, thank you! Why, I've accomplished more in that
time than that silly leprechaun mayor, Raleigh, has
done in nearly a year."
"You mean 'did' in a year," Damaris Metwinger, the
mayor's daughter, dutifully pointed out
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