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. Denzil was still sleeping in the
shadows, but Vinsint was nowhere to be seen. On the
table the kender found a folded piece of parchment
with his name awkwardly penned on the front. He
supposed the ogre's big hands were awfully clumsy to
write with.
Tasslehoff unfolded the note. It stated, simply,
"Gone for food. Back soon. Vinsint." He pocketed the
note and picked up the candle.
Everything in the room looked just as it had the
night before. Tas examined the locked doorway. He
counted eleven chains and sixteen locks of all different
sizes and styles. That would take hours to unravel, he
decided. And anyway, why escape when there is an
unexplored Tower of High Sorcery upstairs?
Tas took stock of his gear. His hoopak was gone,
marking Gisella's grave. Denzil had confiscated all of
his knives and daggers, and Vinsint had taken them all
from Denzil. His maps were back in his pouch: some-
thing of a gift from Denzil before they set out from
Port Balifor. Sorting through the silverware, carefully
so as not to wake Denzil, Tas borrowed a small fork
and a butter knife that looked like useful tools for
opening the sorts of locks one might encounter in a
Tower of High Sorcery. Vinsint had said there were no
windows in the stairwell, so a candle was also a neces-
sary item.
Thus equipped, and tingling with the anticipation of
impending adventure, Tasslehoff Burrfoot tiptoed up
the stairs.
Beyond the lowest steps, the stairwell was blanketed
in dust. Dipping the candle, Tas saw clearly the prints
of three people ascending the stairs
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