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Dragonlance -- Mary Kirchoff - Kendermore
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"That also explains why I didn't find my half of the
map where I'd left it. Denzil must have looked at it
while he was recuperating after his stitches, and that's
how he found out about the treasure. He obviously de-
cided to track Tasslehoff down for his map with the di-
rections."
Trapspringer was watching Phineas closely. "That's
why you offered to find Damaris, too, isn't it? You
wanted the treasure, just like this Denzil."
Phineas drew back. "Don't make me sound so evil! I
didn't kill anyone over it -- quite the opposite, since I
was almost killed myself several times. And let me
point out that I didn't get any treasure, either," he fin-
ished, wagging his finger in Trapspringer's face.
"Well, there's no point in lingering around here,"
Damaris pronounced abruptly. "Coming, Trap-
springer?" she called, looking up demurely from under
her lashes.
Trapspringer's head snapped up. The room was emp-
tying quickly. Looking toward the door, he saw the last
dozen or so of the kender squeezing through the narrow
exit.
The elder kender's facial creases multiplied with a
lovesick grin. "I'm right behind you," he sang, setting
off for the stairs.
Hurrying after him, Tasslehoff touched his uncle's
shoulder. "My fiancee may not think much of me, but
she seems to like you well enough," he said ingenuously.
"You'll have to tell me more about this place where Den-
zil is trapped. Made entirely of candy, you said? I hope
it's all anice licorice. I hate anice licorice!"
I couldn't agree more, Phineas thought, following
them out the door
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