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Dragonlance -- Mary Kirchoff - Kendermore
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His small eyes narrowed to little slits. "And if you're
lying, the quick death I would have given you here will
seem luxurious compared to what you'll get later on."
Tasslehoff swallowed hard as Denzil dragged him
out of the warehouse and to an alley where his black
mount pranced anxiously. This Denzil and his fierce,
fire-breathing creature were enough to make even the
stout-hearted kender wish he really did know the se-
cret to the grove.
They rode on the cold-as-ice nightmare from Port
Balifor, around Kendermore to the north, and to the
Ruins. At least that's what Tas assumed, since he
couldn't see more than the ground as it flew by the
nightmare's right flank. Denzil had tossed the kender
before him on his stomach and lashed him to the sad-
dle.
"Wouldn't want you to fall and get hurt," he chor-
tled.
When they reached the outskirts of the Ruins, Den-
zil dismounted. He issued an order to the nightmare in
an ugly, guttural language that Tas had never heard
before. Then, with Tas still tied across Scul's back,
ahead of the saddle, Denzil strode down the main,
rundown road that ran through the Ruins. Tas thought
it strange that they encountered none of the usual ver-
min that inhabited the area, but then he realized that
the nightmare probably scared most of them away.
Satisfied at last, Denzil approached the grove, lead-
ing his monstrous mount.
With a wicked-looking, curved knife, he cut the
rope securing the kender to the nightmare. Tas fell to
the ground like a sack of grain
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