The Dragons of Krynn by Margaret Weis & Hickman

Author:Margaret Weis & Hickman [Weis, Margaret & Hickman]
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780099454014
Publisher: Wizards of the Coast
Published: 1994-05-19T04:00:00+00:00

"But I was only... aaahhhh!"

Propelled by the shopkeeper's arm, the kender Mapshaker Wanderfuss became a bird, sailing through the door and thudding into the middle of Daltigoth's main street. Dust clouded around the kender. Indignant and coughing, he levered himself to a sitting position.

"I was just looking at that silver box, " Mapshaker defended himself. No one listened. "The shopkeeper said my pouch was open, but I'm sure it wasn't. He must have bad eyesight. " The kender brushed at the earth dulling his blue shirt and coughed again. Everyone's temper seemed short, perhaps because of draconians recently spotted in the area.

" 'Way! Out of the way!" The metal-banded wheel of a large handcart loaded with barrels aimed straight for Mapshaker's nose. The kender scrambled to safety on the far side of the road as it lumbered past, driving right over the place he'd been sitting.

A guard dog's huge jaws snapped inches from his shoulder. Mapshaker made himself into a ball and rolled out of reach. Jumping up, he pointed a shaking finger at the bristling dog.

"Good thing you're leashed. I can't imagine who would leave such an unfriendly animal so close to passersby!" He shook himself, shedding dust and rearranging his pouches, then took a closer look at the building. Only one door, no windows. It might be a warehouse. The kender grinned. Guarded by such a fierce dog, there had to be treasure inside!

He was determining the best way to weasel into the building when the sound of pounding from the blacksmith's shop across the street intrigued him.

"I didn't steal that pastry, you know. " Mapshaker wandered into the forge area and continued his explanation. "I only tasted it. After all, one corner was hanging over the edge of the table. "

"I'm busy. Go away, " the smith said roughly, pumping the bellows until the roaring fire made conversation impossible.

A merchant's messenger scurried by with a handful of accounts. Running to keep up, Mapshaker attached himself to the tall young woman. "Then I was thrown out of that shop for just looking at a silver box. Now my shoulder hurts-"

"Out of my way!" The messenger brushed past and disappeared down a side street. The edge of her cloak caught around Mapshaker's body, then snapped away, twirling the kender like a top.

He staggered a couple steps, dizzy, then leaned against the blacksmith's wall, his spirits lower than street dust. Everyone was too busy to talk. If he were human or an elf instead, even a dwarf, surely then no one would overlook him!

Two men hefted a heavy object, covered by a blanket, out of the blacksmith's shop and onto a cart. The cloth slipped, revealing a long metal spear with a peculiar appendage sticking out of the underside of the shaft, obviously meant to fasten onto something, perhaps a saddle. But what would be large enough to carry such a spear, Mapshaker wondered, except maybe a dragon?

"What is that thing?" the kender asked. "What does it do? How does

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