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"Shall we see when the ship at the end of the dock
leaves for Port Balifor?" Woodrow suggested gently.
Tasslehoff's blue mood passed as quickly as it ap-
peared at the mention of another sea voyage. Kender and
human hurried down the pier. A gangplank led onto the
ship. Finding no one on the dock, they boarded the ship.
As they crossed the gangplank, Woodrow noticed a
barge floating behind the ship and tethered to it. The
barge was loaded with heaps of wilted produce.
Once aboard, Tas hung back to explore while Wood-
row spoke to the steward, a hunch-backed, grumpy hu-
man in salt-stained, black wool breeches.
With his arms crossed (he thought it made him look
older), Woodrow concluded a deal with the steward,
who seemed reluctant to allow a kender aboard. Wood-
row was looking for Tasslehoff when his eyes focused on
a sight on land at the end of the dock. There, amongst a
small gathering of men, was an unusual but familiar
horse with red nostrils, and its well-muscled owner.
Walking with a bit of a limp, the man and his huge, black
horse were striding down the dock toward the ship.
Gisella's killer!
Woodrow made himself small and ducked behind the
large mast, his eyes scanning the deck frantically for the
kender. He swore.
Where was that kender?!
Woodrow wondered briefly how the man they'd
fought near the gnomes' tower and who had murdered
Miss Hornslager could have survived his wounds. Obvi-
ously he had, for there was no mistaking either him or
his frightening horse. But now Woodrow had a greater
mystery to solve
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