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Dragonlance -- Mary Kirchoff - Kendermore
Atec Март 01 2008 15:16:58
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. Flames
danced above the cityscape on the distant west side,
where the worst fire appeared to be raging. Here on the
east side, they saw evidence of small spot fires: black-
ened storefronts and homes, charred trees, flame-swept
grass. A few blazes still burned in isolated spots, but
small groups of kender fought them with water, dirt,
brooms, and blankets.
A short distance inside the city, Tasslehoff spotted a
kender dressed in a mackintosh, galoshes, and a broad-
brimmed rain hat. He was caught up in securing his or-
nate windows and door of polished wood against the
raging wind by nailing sheets of canvas across them. But
each time he got a sheet almost attached, a gust of wind
tore it off again.
"Look's like you could use a few more hands," shouted
Tas. With their heads bowed against the wind and biting
rain, he, Vinsint, and Trapspringer pushed their way
through the storm to help the beleaguered kender.
While stretching one corner of a canvas sheet across a
window opening, Tas asked, "Where are all the people?"
The homeowner plucked another nail from between
his lips. "Fled, mostly. Out that way, where you came in.
Or fortifying and getting ready to ride it out, like me.
This thing looks unstoppable, though. There aren't
many of us left."
Phineas shook his head. "There'll be even fewer if you
think you can survive a city-wide conflagration just by
tacking some wet leather over your windows. Abandon-
ing the town is your only option, and I suggest doing so
right now!"
"No!" shouted Tas, setting his chin stubbornly
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