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Dragonlance -- Mary Kirchoff - Kendermore
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." "It'll be like getting a whole
new city!" they all agreed happily. Unfortunately, so far
not a one of them agreed with another's designs.
In the meantime, the rearrangement of buildings into
rubble gave the city's inhabitants whole new places to ex-
plore.
Nearby, Tas could hear Phineas and Vinsint.
"With your muscles and my brains," Phineas was say-
ing, "we could clean up as tour guides on the trail from
Kendermore to the Tower of High Sorcery."
"I don't know," said Vinsint, rubbing his large, flat
forehead.
"I'm telling you," wheedled Phineas, "this is a gold-
mine waiting to be harvested! I arrange the tours, and
you take them to the Ruins and lead them safely through
the grove. We collect enough money to retire in two,
three years, tops!"
"How come it sounds like I'd do most of the work?"
"Are you kidding me?" squealed Phineas. "I'd be stuck
doing the tedious stuff -- making schedules, taking reser-
vations, advertising, buying supplies -- while you're out
taking walks! But I'd be willing to do it for only a slightly
higher percentage of the profits -- say, eighty percent?"
"You would?" Vinsint asked, his voice edged with ea-
gerness.
Just then, Woodrow sat down next to Tas on the green
grass and handed him one of two cups of fresh-squeezed
strawberry juice. The human looked out wistfully at the
merchants' tents, the vegetable vendors, the small wed-
ding party nearby at an open foodhall.
"I keep seeing Miss Hornslager here," he said softly.
"She was hoping to get her melons to this faire before
they went bad
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