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. 'You got here just in time before you
starved, girlie."
Then, with no warning but a loud "pop," Tasslehoff
disappeared back through the portal. Along with him
went his Uncle Trapspringer, Damaris Metwinger,
Harkul Gelfig and the two other kender who'd witnessed
Tasslehoff's arrival in Gelfigburg, and several other by-
standers who had joined in the tug-of-war. Those left at
the new front of the kender chain were pulled partway
through the foggy curtain and left in much the same pre-
dicament as Tas.
Summoning all his considerable strength, Denzil
straightened his back, bore down, and hauled on the
leather belt attached to the kender. Muscles and veins
stood out in his neck, and beads of sweat broke out and
ran down his forehead and temples. Gods, but this ken-
der was surprisingly strong! thought the half-orc. He'd
obviously underestimated him, and the kender, in fact,
seemed to be getting stronger still.
"There you are!"
Denzil nearly lost his grip in surprise. Struggling to
look over his shoulder, he saw Vinsint the ogre from be-
low stomping toward him.
"You're not going to get away this time!" Vinsint
crowed, looping one of his long arms around Denzil's
bent waist.
"Ooofffl!"
Vinsint gave a great yank that almost cut the half-orc
in two.
Abruptly and without warning, the resistance on the
strap tied to the kender disappeared. Denzil tumbled
heels-over-head across the floor, bowling over the sur-
prised ogre. The half-orc slammed into the hard, un-
yielding desk. In a heartbeat, both Denzil and Vinsint
were stampeded by an enormous, wriggling weight
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