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Dragonlance -- Mary Kirchoff - Kendermore
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. "I didn't know houses could be made that tall," he
stammered. "I thought those tree houses in Solace were
something, and now this. Is it held up by magic?"
"No," laughed the baron, "just ordinary stone and
wood and brick. But, of course, it was built by dwarves."
There was no arrogance in his voice.
"Now," he continued, stepping toward the door, "if
you'll collect your things from your horses, some of my
escort will see the animals to the barns for the night."
Quickly Woodrow pulled two bundles from the backs
of the horses, one containing the clothes Gisella had sal-
vaged from the wagon, the other a few of his own and
Tasslehoff's belongings. Several of the baron's guards
then led the horses away around the side of the house.
"Miss Hornslager," Woodrow said, indicating that she
should go before him.
"Thank you," Gisella replied, batting her eyes de-
murely at the baron as she sauntered through the front
door.
Once inside, Baron Krakold instructed servants to
lead the three weary visitors up the sweeping, circular
staircase to their rooms on the third floor. "We'll sup in
one hour," he said, then disappeared into a door below
the stairway.
"Boy, this is like being home in Kendermore again," Tas
breathed as he hurried up the stairs after the somber ser-
vant. The servant raised his eyebrows questioningly.
"All the doors and knobs are at the right height," ex-
plained the kender, stopping to trace a finger over a par-
ticularly intricate carving of a rose on the banister. "This
is very pretty, though my friend Flint would have added
a few more petals, and you would swear you could see
drops of water on his roses
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