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Dragonlance -- Mary Kirchoff - Kendermore
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. That one always passes right over kender."
Vinsint moved away and busied himself among some
crates. "Will smoked fish, baby carrots, and bread pud-
ding be acceptable for dinner?" he asked over his shoul-
der. "Oops, sorry, I'm out of bread pudding. How about
fresh, roasted apples instead?"
Trapspringer's mouth watered, but he was a bit wor-
ried about Phineas.
"While that sounds delicious, Vinsint," the gray-haired
kender said, "my friends and I really must be going."
Trapspringer stood, taking Damaris's hand, and headed
for Phineas's unconscious form on the table. "Thank you
very much for rescuing us from the grove. We'll be sure
to tell all our friends about it."
"Sit down!" the ogre roared, poking Trapspringer in
the chest and knocking him to the ground. Damaris tum-
bled down next to him.
Trapspringer's eyebrows shot up in surprise. This
wasn't going to be as easy as he'd thought.
"You're going to stay here and keep me company until
I say otherwise!" Vinsint thundered, standing above
them with his legs spread wide, his massive, muscled
arms crossed.
Phineas stirred on the table, choosing that unfortunate
moment to awaken. Expecting that there would be a
scene, Trapspringer almost wished he had something
heavy he could use to put Phineas back to sleep. As it
turned out, he did not need it anyway.
Phineas moaned, squirmed and twisted until he was
sitting upright on the table, and opened his eyes. He
looked at his own bound hands and feet, at Trapspringer
and Damaris, and then squarely at Vinsint, standing to
his full height with his arms folded and the veins in his
neck bulging
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