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"Well, I'm sure you'll be wanting lunch," said Vinsint
when they reached the bottom of the long staircase.
Without waiting for a response, the ogre easily plowed
a path through the dozens of stout kender in his small
room and began pawing through crates of food. He
looked up uneasily. "I'm not sure I have enough to feed
the whole lot of you. My, you're all awfully large for
kender, aren't you? You're all as round as balls." He
shrugged his massive, muscled shoulders. "I'll just have
to make do. We'll have a rousing pick-up sticks tourna-
ment afterward." The ogre began humming happily to
himself.
Tasslehoff looked at the door to the tunnel that led
outside. It was covered in chains.
"I'm not going to stay here one night," muttered
Phineas under his breath.
"I have an idea," Tasslehoff announced, making his
way to the ogre's side. He stopped the ogre momentar-
ily with a hand on his thick arm. "Look, Vinsint, we ap-
preciate your offer, but we really must be going. It's
nothing personal, mind you, but many of us have not
been home to Kendermore in some time."
Tasslehoff paused and took a deep breath. "Which
brings me to my next point. Why don't you come with
us? You say you get really lonely here. Kendermore is a
big, exciting place, and things never get dull there!" He
nudged the ogre. "What do you say?."
"Oh, I could never go to a big city like Kendermore,"
Vinsint argued, shaking his head. From his tone,
though, Tasslehoff could tell that the ogre was at least
mildly intrigued
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