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Phineas's eyes lit up with greed as he watched Trapspringer's
hand create waves in the rich velvet of his cape. When the kender's
hand emerged, he pressed a folded, old parchment sheet into the
doctor's outstretched palms. A bank note! What else could it be?
Phineas nearly leaped out of his skin with excitement. At last he had
met up with a rich kender! He forced himself to not appear too anxious
or gauche.
"Thank you. You are most kind," Phineas said, pocketing the
note. "If I can ever be of service again..."
"Yes, I'll remember," the kender assured him, stepping back into
the dim waiting room, happily holding his "minotaur" bone. "Well, I
really must be getting back to the prison now. It's not a prison,
really. It's actually very nice, if you like overstuffed chairs and
floral prints. I don't want to be gone too long or they'll worry over
me. If I can ever be of any help to you, just ask. I'm a close
personal friend of the mayor's, you know. My nephew is going to marry
his daughter. Tata!" With that, the kender slipped through the
darkness and out the front door.
Phineas stood, stunned and slack-jawed, staring after
Trapspringer Furrfoot for several moments. He'd been had! But by the
time he could react, he knew it would be too late to catch the kender.
Furrfoot was obviously an old eccentric who had escaped from the city
jail. Bank note, indeed! Marrying the mayor's daughter, bahh!
Strangely, Phineas wasn't very annoyed at Trapspringer for having
tricked him
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