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Glad to meet you." Abruptly Damaris coughed. "Oh,
yes," Trapspringer said, "this is Tasslehoff's birthmate,
Damaris Metwinger --" he extended his gesture to Phi-
neas and Vinsint "-- and these are my friends, Phineas
Curick and, uh, Vinsint -- the ogre." Woodrow looked
questioningly toward Tasslehoff.
"I'll explain it all to you later," Tas assured him.
Woodrow turned to Damaris. "Metwinger -- isn't that
the mayor's name?"
"Yes, it is," Damaris beamed. "He's my father." Her
eyes narrowed suddenly and glared at Tasslehoff. "And I
am no longer his birthmate," she scoffed. "I've divorced
him, or disowned him, or disavowed him, or whatever it
is you do to someone you were going to marry before
you marry him. I've un-fianced him."
"I hate to break up all these happy hellos," Phineas said
loudly, "but the town is still burning down."
Tasslehoff inclined his ear to the west. "What I want to
know is, what's that weird noise I'm hearing? And what's
happened to the wind all of a sudden?"
Everyone paused for a moment and listened. The sky
to the west was a bright orange and yellow palette. Red
shadows flickered and danced on the sides of nearby
buildings. In the calm air, a massive column of twisting,
black smoke climbed upward to blot out the gray dawn.
After a moment's thought, Phineas said, "The fire
must be a real cooker to roar like that. What's happened
to the wind is anybody's guess."
"Too late," Vinsint boomed. "Look."
They followed his pointing finger to the north of City
Hall
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