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Dragonlance -- Mary Kirchoff - Kendermore
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." Woodrow licked his lips nervously, know-
ing that this pronouncement sounded unlikely. "Perhaps
you could give us a ride to the nearest port, or at least
tow us? We would be most grateful."
Goar turned his back and engaged in a loud series of
moans and harsh grunts with his crewmen. Suddenly,
one of them, a red-furred minotaur whose horns
stretched two feet if they were an inch, growled long and
low in the back of its throat. The monstrous creature
shook its heavy head twice, pointing an accusing finger
at Tas, and crossed its arms defiantly.
But Goar's answer was a vicious snort, his lip curled
back in an ugly sneer. The gesture left no room for de-
bate. The other minotaur averted its head in angry
shame and stormed to the back of the small boat.
Goar turned back to Tas and Woodrow, regarding
them as he carefully prepared the unfamiliar words. "We
have decided to believe that you are, indeed, stranded."
Woodrow and Tas waited for the minotaur to con-
tinue, both thinking, What an odd way to agree to help
us! When it appeared the silence would stretch on indefi-
nitely, Tas said, "Well, we are -- stranded, that is. So are
you going to help us or not?"
"We did not say we would, no."
Tas and Woodrow exchanged puzzled looks. "Surely
you can't leave us out here to die!" croaked Woodrow.
"We cannot?" Goar's voice was without guile. "We are
unaware of any law regarding this."
Tas gave an uneasy laugh. "Of course there's no law,
but..."
Goar arched an eyebrow at the kender, who decided to
try a gamble
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