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. "Next !"
"Brilliant judgment," whispered council member Arlan Brambletow,
who secretly thought he would look nice in the velvet mayoral robes.
Mayor Metwinger beamed with pride at his own cleverness. Never
before had such a brilliant and impartial mayor presided over
Kendermore's council, he told himself. Fairly bursting with
self-importance, he waved forward the next case, the contented-looking
kender, who began to state his complaint against the city.
"Well, it's not really a complaint, Your Highness," the kender
began, clearly nervous now in the presence of the mayor.
Metwinger flushed with pleasure. "You may call me Your Honor.
I'm not a king, you know. Not yet, anyway." He chuckled modestly.
"Continue with your story."
"Well, you see, the city recently completed cobbling a new
street near my home -- extremely near my home."
"Let me guess," the mayor began, having heard such complaints
before. "The construction crew was too noisy, too quiet, or too
sloppy. Or perhaps your taxes were raised too much?"
The kender looked surprised. "Oh, no, none of those things.
Well, maybe the taxes were a bit high.... But the workmen were most
pleasant, considering that they built the street through the middle of
my home."
The mayor slumped back in his chair, suddenly bored. "So what's
your point?"
"Your Honor, I don't think the street was supposed to go through
my house," he said. "At least no one mentioned it to me."
The mayor sat forward
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