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Dragonlance -- Mary Kirchoff - Kendermore
Atec Март 01 2008 15:16:58
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. So my guess is that
you stole it."
Denzil looked impressed despite himself. "I won it
when I bested the demon, Cthiguw-lixix," he said
proudly, continuing to pace.
"Wow! You fought a demon?" Tas breathed. Denzil
ignored him.
The half-orc studied the walls of the circular cham-
ber while Tas and the ogre ate a companionable dinner
of fried onions and pony.
"That was delicious!" Tas exclaimed in satisfaction,
pushing himself away from the feast. "I'm quite a good
cook myself, so I should know."
"Have more, have morel" the ogre invited, ladling
more onto the kender's plate, despite his feeble pro-
tests. "I do so love it when my guests appreciate my
cooking. I had some very nice kender here several
days ago, a pretty, blonde girl and her beau. He was an
older, flashy guy --" Vinsint squinted in the lantern
light at Tas. "Come to think of it, you remind me of
him."
Tas waved his hand merrily. "Oh, we all look alike."
"I suppose," the ogre said, unconvinced as he looked
closely at Tas. Finally he shrugged and began cleaning
Up.
"They had a nasty human with them," Vinsint con-
tinued. He shrugged his broad, bare shoulders. "It
must run in the breed or something. Kender are usu-
ally rude and nosy, but they're seldom nasty. I hate
nasty!"
"There are some who think being nasty runs among
ogres," Tas pointed out, not meaning to be insulting.
He found himself liking the unlikely ogre.
Vinsint nodded. "That's why I left the Ogrelands."
They finished cleaning up and spent the rest of the
evening drinking herbal tea, playing pick-up sticks,
and talking by the fire
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