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. "I wouldn't fit in there any better than
I did in my own home city of Ogrebond."
"Don't be silly!" Tasslehoff laughed. "Kendermore
isn't like Ogrebond. We're much more, uh, democratic.
Why, we even had a gynosphinx as mayor once. Even
you could be the mayor someday!"
Vinsint smiled, showing his crooked, missing teeth.
"Mayor? You really think so? I've always thought I'd
make a good politician...."
Trapspringer stepped up. "I'm certain you would," he
said, "though I understand that the position is filled at
the moment," he added, catching the eye of Mayor
Metwinger's daughter. "Come on along, Vinsint. What
have you to lose? If you don't like it, you can always
come back here."
Vinsint fidgeted with barely contained excitement. "I
have been feeling a little bored lately.... But who is
going to help kender through the grovel"
A twinkle came to Traspringer's eyes as he remem-
bered the grove, and he gave the blond kender a side-
long glance. "You know, the grove's enchantment can
have some positive effects, too," he said wistfully. "In
any event, kender will have an interesting time there,
which is really all they seek."
The ogre bit his lip. "OK, I'll do it." Vinsint shuffled
over to the chains on the door and yanked them down
without removing their locks. "I won't be needing these
anymore." The locks fell heavily to the floor, and Vin-
sint swung the door wide. "Come on! I know a tunnel
that will deposit us on the other side of the grove!" The
ogre bounded through the door in excitement
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