Five: Pixie Dust
Trinner Traln and the round man were, of course waiting for her.
“Pixies,” she swore at both of them. “Pixie dust. What were you thinking?”
“What?” The rotund man stared at her. “There are pixies in that cave? And you didn’t bring any out?”
“What do I look like to you, man, an insane woman? Of course I didn’t bring a pixie out.”
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