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Tasslehoff's eyebrows arched. "She's pretty enough,
but a bit hot-tempered, isn't she? What is she doing
here, anyway? Is she being held prisoner, too?"
Trapspringer quickly recounted the events of the last
several weeks, drawing Phineas from the teeming
crowd for an introduction. The human, who had been
trying to make his way to the stairs, eyed Tasslehoff
from top to bottom. "So you're the one we've all been
chasing after," he grunted. "Well, I'm glad I lived long
enough to finally meet you, even if there wasn't any
payoff." Phineas abruptly began elbowing his way to-
ward the stairs, leaving Tas to puzzle over his strange
comments.
"Now, Nephew," Trapspringer said, "why don't you
tell me why you're here, instead of in Kendermore?"
The question reminded Tasslehoff of Denzil, and the
kender hastily scanned the room for the half-orc. Den-
zil stood less than three feet from the mist-shrouded
portal, hemmed in by milling kender, his back pressed
against the wall. Tasslehoff could see from the look in
Denzil's eyes that the half-orc was still trying to make
sense of everything that had happened. Tasslehoff was
about to warn his uncle about the assassin when one of
the large kender silenced the chattering in the room
with a piercing whistle.
"Who's got the treasure box?" boomed the speaker,
none other than Harkul Gelfig. "I was pulled through
that tunnel so fast I wasn't able to retrieve it." He looked
around expectantly at the tightly packed throng. All
movement stopped. "No one?" the kender squealed
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