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. "Ken-
dermore is my home! I didn't travel all the way across
Ansalon just to see it burn down. There has to be some
way to stop this thing. Haven't any of you ever seen a
real fire-fighting team at work?"
Glancing uneasily at the others, Vinsint raised his
hand, then looked at Tas expectantly. Tasslehoff, who
had never seen this sort of behavior before -- he was ac-
customed to kender, who simply shouted their sugges-
tions at the tops of their lungs -- finally realized that
Vinsint was awaiting some sort of signal before speak-
ing. He shrugged and said, "Go ahead, Vinsint."
The ogre cleared his throat and, with one more ner-
vous glance at his fellows, explained fire-fighting as he
understood it. "When I was still living in the Ogrelands,
my tribe used to raid the neighboring human settle-
ments. Sometimes, places we attacked caught fire. By ac-
cident. You know how those things happen." Vinsint
shifted his weight uncomfortably.
"Anyway, sometimes as we were leaving, we would
stop on a hill and watch the humans try to put the fires
out. They'd form lines to a stream or a well and then pass
buckets of water from hand to hand and throw them on
the fire. That usually didn't work very well on a really
big fire, so some of the places that caught fire a lot built
big barrels in the middle of the town and kept them full
of water. Then when a fire broke out, they could get wa-
ter from the barrel and not have to pass it so far, or they
could even just chop a hole in the barrel and let the water
flood through the streets to put out all the really hot em-
bers on the ground
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