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The ride was smoother than any Tasslehoff had ever
encountered, on land or at sea. The sleek, streamlined
minotaur ship cut through the still waters of the Khur-
man Sea like a hot knife through butter. The speed of sea
travel was difficult to gauge, since there were no land-
marks to follow, but Tas was quite certain he had never
before traveled as swiftly on land. It was more like flying
on a dragon, he concluded.
They had been at sea with the minotaurs through two
sunsets and sunrises. The garbage barge had been cast
adrift after the removal of the owlbear. Life aboard the
minotaur ship was all work and no play. When the row-
ers were not at the oars, they were sanding and polishing
the gleaming chestnut-colored deck to remove any im-
perfections in its surface.
The two passengers were treated with barely veiled
distaste by all but the leader, Goar, who seemed to be the
only one able to communicate with them. Tas tried
speaking with the others in fragments of several lan-
guages and concluded that they spoke only Minotaur.
Woodrow doubted from their attitudes that they'd ac-
knowledge a human even if they could understand him.
On the third morning, Goar announced, "We are near-
ing Port Balifor," though neither Woodrow nor Tas saw
any sign of land.
"How long will it be before we reach the port?" Wood-
row asked.
"We will not be reaching the port," Goar growled. "We
have no wish to mingle with human sailors, nor they
with us."
"So you're dumping us?"
"We will provide you with a floating conveyance that
should maintain you until another ship passes by
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