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. He swung down out of the tree.
"No self-respecting dwarf looks like that," Gisella scoffed,
watching their parade out of the corners of her narrowed eyes.
"These 'men' just put up the pulleys and left?" Woodrow asked
Fondu.
The gully dwarf gave Woodrow a calculating stare.
"No, they bring up big boxes from there." Fondu pointed to the
cliff and downward. "Then they leave." He suddenly looked suspicious.
"Too many questions! You want pulley job or no?"
Gisella shuddered, stretched her wrap tightly around her curves,
and turned back toward the camp. "I hardly think so. Now, if you'll
just point us toward Xak Tsaroth, we won't trouble you further."
"You want come to Zaksarawth? You meet Highbulp! No one come to
Zaksarawth since so long!" cheered Fondu. The rest of the gully
dwarves started yelling and flinging handfuls of dirt in the air.
Gisella, Tas, and Woodrow ducked away from the whirling dust
cloud. "Why are you acting like that?" shouted Gisella.
"We happy," said Fondu. "No one come to Zaksarawth anymore
except Aghar, but you special. You like our city under ground. It
beautiful."
"An underground city?" Gisella gulped, turning to Tasslehoff. "I
thought you said it was a big, bustling place!"
"It is!" Tasslehoff cried defensively. "At least that's what my
map indicates." He pulled the map from his vest and spread it out on
the ground.
Gisella glowered. "Oh, yes, your wonderful map." Woodrow
crouched down next to Tasslehoff
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