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"Sure, it's an old trick," Trapspringer explained. "You
take a pocket dimension or a demi-plane, or break a
chunk off a regular plane, surround it in its own singu-
larity, and then either slow down or speed up the local
time. Or even make it run backward."
"So are you saying we're all a lot older than we
think?"
Biting his lip, Trapspringer nodded. Several of the fe-
male kender swooned.
But Phineas ]ooked skeptical. "How do you know all
this?"
Trapspringer pumped himself up proudly, hooked his
thumbs in his collar, and rocked back on his heels.
"When I was a prisoner of the frost giants, they locked
me up with a wizard from another dimension. He told
me all about this stuff."
"When were you held prisoner by frost giants?"
asked Damaris, wide-eyed.
"It doesn't matter," Phineas snapped.
"I disagree," joined Gelfig. "I'd very much like to hear
about the frost giants." A murmur of approval swept
through the crowd, along with cries of "Story! Story!"
Trapspringer readjusted his pouches and belts to get
comfortable and seemed about to begin when Phineas
interrupted.
"I would much rather figure out what this place is and
how we get out of it," he shouted. The human glared at
the assembled kender, who grumbled and shuffled their
feet by way of complaint. "Who's been here the long-
est?"
Gelfig raised his hand. "I was the first one here."
"When you first got here, did you find any clues sug-
gesting where all this..." Phineas groped for a word,
waved his arms around him, and gave up
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