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Dragonlance -- Mary Kirchoff - Kendermore
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"I don't know," the human hedged.
Tasslehoff grew tired of Woodrow's reluctance. Jutting
his nose in the air defiantly, he said, "Well, do what you
want, but I'm going to sleep in a nice, warm bed tonight,
and Winnie will be staying in some comfortable stable
filled to the brim with... well, with whatever he wants
it filled to the brim with."
"Oh, all right!" Woodrow gave in. Another night in
the woods didn't appeal much to him, either.
Pawnshops were plentiful in Khuri Khan, as was usual
in a port city. Tasslehoff received seventy steel pieces for
the emerald ring, which he thought was much less than
its true value, but still a lot of money. In any case, it
would more than cover their immediate needs.
They found an inn by the waterfront, with a very large
stable around the corner willing to board a woolly mam-
moth. Though frightened to be without his new friends,
Winnie seemed relieved to be sheltered from the noise
and evening bustle of the city.
After a filling repast of curried pork with yellow rice
and exotic plum wine, the kender and the human
dragged themselves upstairs to their quarters above the
taproom, sparsely furnished with two beds and a cham-
ber pot. Both fell into an exhausted sleep, fully clothed,
their breathing in sync with the deep-throated harbor
bells outside their window.
It was well past midmorning when Tas and Woodrow
stumbled out of bed and retrieved an anxious Winnie
from the stable. The day was warm and clear, the sky
azure blue. A strong breeze blew across the wide, central
dock, where they sat eating honey-glazed sweetbuns and
sipping thick coconut milk they'd purchased at a bakery
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