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. Apparently
sensing their presence in the street ahead of him, the man
looked up.
"Woodrow!" Tasslehoff cried, flinging himself at the
startled human.
The straw-haired young man's face exploded into a
smile. "Tasslehoff Burrfoot! I thought I'd never see you
again!" Woodrow picked up the kender and spun him
'around, both laughing joyously.
"How did you know to find me here?" Tasslehoff
asked, shouting to be heard above the avalanche.
"After Denzil knocked me out and kidnapped you, I
didn't know what to do. I had no idea where he took you
or even which direction he would go in. No one in Port
Balifor would even listen to me.
"But I knew that Kendermore's council was waiting for
you and holding your uncle. I figured maybe the council
had sent Denzil to take over for Gisella, so I came here.
But after four hours with that council," he continued,
slapping the side of his head with his palm, "all I learned
was that they didn't know where you were, either, and
that you didn't need to come back anymore because your
fiancee had run away.
"And then this storm hit the city," Woodrow said.
"Wind, rain, lightning everywhere -- worse than the
storm that sank our boat. The lightning started fires all
over the city. I hear it's a real inferno west of here. We'd
better get out of the city while we can!"
"What's the hurry?" Tas exclaimed. Pushing his uncle
forward, he announced, "Uncle Trapspringer Furrfoot,
meet my friend Woodrow Ath-Banard."
Trapspringer thrust out his hand. "So you're the fellow
my nephew's been talking about since we left the Ruins
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