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Dragonlance -- Mary Kirchoff - Kendermore
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. "So long forever." He shook his
head immediately and scratched through the words. Too
depressing, he decided. Tasslehoff crumpled the paper up
and threw it into the center of the room.
He pulled up the next sheet, quickly penned the greet-
ing, then, "You're my best friend and I'll miss you a lot."
He shook his head again, his topknot bouncing on his
thin shoulders. Too mushy. The gruff, old dwarf would
surely hate that. Tas crushed the note again and sent it
flying.
Flint was a hard one, Tas decided. He would have to
think about the letter to the dwarf a little more before
writing it.
The kender pulled out another sheet of paper and no-
ticed with alarm that he had only three more left.
"Dear Tanis," he began anew. For some reason he
knew that he could say anything to the half-elf, and
Tanis would understand.
Woodrow and I -- you met Woodrow, do you remem-
ber? He's the human who works for Gisella Hornsla-
ger, the red-haired dwarf who came to fetch me back
to Kendermore. He can talk with animals, and he
knows a lot about boats, and he doesn't yell at me like
Flint.
Tas paused, then carefully crossed out the yelling part
in case the dwarf read the note over the half-elf's shoul-
der. He could picture them by the fire at the Inn of the
Last Home, tears flooding their eyes, clinking their mugs
together and toasting his memory.
A few interesting things have happened since I last saw
you. We met a bunch of gully dwarves who dumped
everything out of the wagon as it was going down
the cliff, then we got in a shipwreck and nearly
drowned
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