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We all leapt to our mostly-clothed feet and looked around. “There!” Caius shouted as he pointed at the trail we’d climbed.
A dark figure some two feet tall and clad in leather clothing was waddling away, and in his hands was my grandfather’s clean pair of white shoes. At Caius’ shout the short figure yelped and dashed off down the trail.
“After him!” Caius shouted as he hurried after the thief.
“A moment, if you will,” Sage argued as he tiptoed across the hard, pine needle-covered ground. “Unless you wish to carry me, that is.”
Caius skidded to a stop and glared at him. “This isn’t time to be funny!”
“On the contrary, the joke is on our friend,” Sage informed him as he reached where Caius stood. He gave the dragon a wink. “I know something that little fellow doesn’t, and wit
