Heh, best bouncing of my career. That'll teach them to make trouble at my inn. Wait a minute.... what am I doing?
Pushing his way into the cabin like that was the first truly impulsive act of Remdil's life, and he was beginning to regret it. He'd clearly fallen in among the insane. If the ears hadn't been enough to confirm it, the smile was. He watched the barbarian begin chewing on his distinctive necklace and shuddered. Yes, getting them out of town had definitely been a good idea. Getting himself back into town would probably be an even better one. No good could come of this, and besides, he already had the best story his wife could wish to hear.
The members of the band were absorbed in their bickering and their food, and seemed to have forgotten him entirely. Just as well. Quietly, he moved toward the door.
It was locked.
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"I hate dignity," cried Scraps, kicking a pebble high in the air and then trying to catch it as it fell. "Half the fools and all the wise folks are dignified, and I'm neither the one nor the other." --L. Frank Baum
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