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. Denzil crawled into his own
corner and pretended to fall asleep, actually planning
his escape from the much larger ogre.
When Vinsint asked Tas what such a pleasant ken-
der was doing with such a nasty half-orc, Tasslehoff
told the ogre about Gisella; he had to stop momentar-
ily to wipe his eyes. He finished by telling him about
Denzil striking down Woodrow in Port Balifor, and
ended with their trek for the treasure.
"You know, this is the Tower of High Sorcery," Vin-
sint whispered to the kender. "We're in the basement.
But I've never seen any treasure here."
"Have you explored all of it?" Tas whispered excit-
edly, leaning forward. He cast an anxious glance to-
ward the sullen half-orc. Denzil lay on his side in the
distant shadows, his breathing shallow and regular.
"I went about half-way up those steps once," he said,
nodding toward the circular stairway. "But the pas-
sage got tighter and tighter, until it was a real struggle
to squeeze through. And, I don't mind telling you, I
don't like heights! Even though there weren't any win-
dows along the stairs, just knowing I was climbing
gave me the woozies. But I never even came to one
landing, so whatever is up there must be way up, or
ruined like everything else here."
Tas thought about that long after Vinsint fell asleep.
When Tasslehoff himself awoke, it felt like morning,
but he couldn't be sure; there was no natural light in
the chamber, only a single, lit candle. He felt rested
and refreshed. He stood up, brushed off his leggings,
and looked around
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