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. Those directions had
led him to the outer fringes of Kendermore -- practically out of the
whole region of Goodlund, he fumed.
But he was most perturbed, because his desperation had caused
him to lose his own good sense. He knew better than to ask a kender
for directions!
It also galled him that, in the end, he'd only found City Hall
because he nearly ran into it. Head bent, mumbling in disgust as he
marched back toward where he thought his shop was, he'd nearly smashed
into the side of the building. Somebody had run a street right up to
City Hall's west wall! Dazed, he didn't even realize where he was
until a concerned kender, wearing a badge and a uniform that was so
small its buttons were straining, scraped him up and brought him into
the building for a drink of water.
"Who in Hades put a building in the middle of a street?" Phineas
had growled.
"Oh, all roads lead to City Hall," the kender guard had
explained.
Phineas had shaken his head stupidly. "Never mind. Where do I
find the prison?"
"Kendermore doesn't have a prison -- no point in it," the guard
said mildly. "Why, are you a prisoner?"
"No, I am not!" Phineas sputtered, more than a little
aggravated. The human was sure Trapspringer had said he was a
prisoner! Frowning, Phineas decided to take a different approach.
"If Kendermore had a prisoner, where would he be held?"
"Well, that depends...," the kender said. "Say, you wouldn't
have any candy, would you?"
If it hadn't been for the guard's genuinely innocent expression,
Phineas would have thought he was being asked for a bribe
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