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. He did kill a friend of mine, a dwarf named
Gisella."
"But why?" Trapspringer asked.
Tasslehoff's face went blank, making his creaseless
face look even younger. "I think it had something to do
with a map you gave me before I left on my Wanderlust.
Denzil believed there was a fabulous treasure here, and
he thought the directions on my map would lead him to
it."
"There isn't any treasure," scoffed Phineas, pointing
at Gelfig. "This architect of obesity managed to squan-
der it all making licorice roads and chocolate tulips."
"That depends on your perspective," Gelfig huffed.
"Many would consider Gelfigburg a utopia."
But Phineas was already thinking about something
else that Tasslehoff had mentioned. The human
snapped his fingers and his face brightened in sudden
understanding. "Denzil! I knew I recognized that man
from somewhere! We're so smashed together in here,
and he was on the other side of the room, so I couldn't
get a really good look at him. That's why he disap-
peared so quickly from my office!"
"You're sounding unhinged again," remarked Da-
maris. "You're not making a bit of sense."
"But I am! That man --"
"He's a half-orc," Tas corrected him.
Phineas's eyebrows lifted and he nodded. "That
would explain the snout. Anyway, minutes before you
picked me up for our expedition out here," he said, ad-
dressing Trapspringer, "this oddball character -- now I
find out he's a half-orc -- showed up in my office, bleed-
ing like a stuck pig from a gash in his side." Phineas
quickly related the rest of the story, including Denzil's
sudden disappearance from his office
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