Thomas Kinkade Abundant Harvest

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he'll try to bargain. And we shall have him. And the gold. And the chest."
Withel's one eye glared, and he made a fist into the palm of a black-gloved hand.
"Who would have thought there was so much sapient pearwood in the whole of the disc?" he said.
"How could we have known?"
"You fret friend?" asked Ymor quietly.
"N-nothing, Ymor.
"There are no secrets between friends, Broadman."
"Yar. Well, I’m not sure about it myself, really. It's a sort of bet, see?" said the innkeeper nervously "inn-sewer-ants, it's called. It's like a bet that the Broken Drum won't get burned down."
Ymor held the man's gaze until Broadman twitched in fear and embarrassment. Thtoo much, Stren. I’m sure you can do better this time," said Ymor pleasantly.The lieutenant snorted in disgust, and strode off around the room to bully his men. Ymor carried on watching the tourist.It was strange, but the little man didn't seem to realise the seriousness of his position. Ymor had on several occasions seen him look around the room with an expression of deep satisfaction he had also been talking for ages to Broadman and Ymer had seen a piece of paper change hands and Broadman had given the foreigner some coins. It was strange. When Broadman got up and waddled past Ymer's chair the thiefmasters arm shot out like a steel spring and grabbed the fat man by his apron."What was that all about,en the thiefmaster laughed.