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Tasslehoff removed his blue leggings and dipped his
toes in the cool, black water. He tore off a piece of sticky
bun, stuffed it into his mouth, and licked his fingers with
gusto. Then, after a few moments of pawing through his
pack, he removed his ever present roll of maps. Woo-
drow eyed the bundle skeptically.
"They're not all from before the Cataclysm," Tas said,
noting the human's pained expression. He unrolled the
maps and thumbed through them. "Here's one of South-
ern Solamnia; I know that one's OK, 'cause I made it my-
self when I teleported there with a magic ring. Did I tell
you about my teleporting ring?"
Woodrow was not in the mood for one of the kender's
stories today. "I believe I've heard something about that,
yes," he mumbled, telling himself that this particular lie
was really a very small one.
"I haven't heard it," Winnie said. He was not keen
about water, and particularly disliked the way the dock
groaned when he moved across it. Despite coaxing, he
would not venture far from solid land.
"Sorry, Winnie, but we really should discuss if we're
going to Kendermore by boat or by riding you over-
land."
Tasslehoff's face fell; the teleporting ring story was one
of his favorites. But the kender continued searching
through his pile of maps; it had been a long time since
he'd examined them closely. Nordmaar, Estwilde, the is-
lands of Northern and Southern Ergoth and Enstar -- he
had maps from all over.
Woodrow elbowed the kender suddenly. "I think we
should travel to Goodlund on that," he said, squinting
into the morning sun and pointing to a sleek, two-masted
ship docked at the end of the pier
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