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Dragonlance -- Mary Kirchoff - Kendermore
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. In a way, he admired the kender's ability to get what he
wanted, just like he had admired the kender who'd tied everyone's
shoelaces to the bench.
With a shrug, Phineas blew out the candles and headed for the
stairs at the back of his shop that led to his quarters above. On the
way back, he took the worthless "bank note" from his pocket and tossed
it on his tool tray without looking. He'd throw it out in the morning,
along with the remaining rat skeleton he'd "sold" as minotaur bones to
the kender a few minutes before. Phineas had found the dried rodent
husk, long dead, in his medicine cupboard. He'd swept it into his
wooden dustpan and had been meaning all week to throw it out. But when
Trapspringer had begged for the finger bone of a minotaur, Phineas,
ever the con man, remembered the rat bones and thought the ploy worth
a try.
And Trapspringer had fallen for it!
Phineas smiled. Trapspringer Furrfoot was quite the shyster, but
he wasn't the only one who'd be laughing tonight.
Chapter 3
A light rain began falling at dusk as Tasslehoff, Gisella, and
Woodrow rode due east of Solace. The forest surrounding the village
quickly gave way to the foothills of the Sentinel Peaks. The wagon
traveled steadily uphill past low scrub pines and aspen, the air
scented with wet worms and bitter-sweet wild chrysanthemums. The road
ran through a narrow valley between two spurs of the mountains, but it
was clear and relatively rut-free
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