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Dragonlance -- Mary Kirchoff - Kendermore
Atec Март 01 2008 15:16:58
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." Kenders' eyes would open wide as they contemplated the
green bottle, and a low whistle would often escape their lips as they
reached greedily for the exotic medicine.
Taking a swig now and swishing it around in his mouth, Phineas's
full cheeks jiggled with mirth. The special ingredients of his elixir
were a few crushed cherry and eucalyptus leaves that he scavenged from
the trash behind the neighborhood apothecary's shop. Nothing mystical
about that. Certainly he had never put a bone from a lycanthropic
minotaur in any batch, as he'd told the kender the night before.
Thus remembering his visitor, Phineas's eyes fell across the
folded paper on the nearby wooden tray.
"That Trapspringer was a con artist -- maybe even better than
me!" the human admitted aloud, unfolding the sheet absently. It was a
map. He was about to crumble it between his fists when a word on one
corner fleetingly caught his attention.
The word was "treasure."
Frowning in thought, Phineas thumbed the map open and spread it
out on the counter, allowing the glow of the candle to fall over it.
He squinted in the flickering light and deduced from a smudgy title at
the top that this was a map of Kendermore. But he couldn't make out
any fine details on the aged, delicate map. He needed more light.
The window in the examination room faced west, so Phineas didn't
even bother opening it; he knew he wouldn't get any appreciable light
from that direction so early in the morning
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