title: A Kripslod in the Realm: Volume One of The Kripslod's Tale (Volume 1)
author: D. J. Kenny
description: What type of man is D. J. Kenny? Hes the type of man that finishes high school. He has supplied minerals, fossils, and post cards to gift shops throughout Southern New England. He has sold books, toys, plush animals, furniture, toilet parts, bicycles, camping equipment, hobby kits, drafting supplies, rain coats, motor oil, and kerosene. He has washed dishes in Mississippi, installed bathroom partitions in Rhode Island, built shipping crates in Connecticut, cleaned up mold in Louisiana, framed metal stud in New York, and mopped floors in Massachusetts. He has delivered auto parts, shampooed carpets, hung drywall, glazed windows, patched tires, serviced gas grills, painted houses, cleaned restrooms, mowed lawns, and printed specification books and geological surveys. He has hunted for fossils along the Sugar River in Upstate New York, collected shells on Cape Cod, and prospected for gold. He traveled on the New York State Barge Canal, rode through Canada by train, motored across the United States, lectured on selachians of Hawaii, won third-place at a car show in Virginia, was given the privilege of cataloging a museums mineral collection, and once attempted to rescue a beached shark. He played water polo in school, is a terrible bowler and a worse golfer. He watches hunter-jump and dressage, collects rock oil mantle lamps, listens to 160rpm cylindrical recordings, and enjoys gardening in the rain. That is the type of man that D. J. Kenny is!
zlib_text: Chapter 3
  Unwelcome Companions
  ———
  “What are you doing here, Delbin?”
  “ I came to see you, Kaz.”  The kender � ashed a smile.
  Leaning the axe handle against his shoulder, the minotaur eyed
  his companion with suspicion. It looked like Delbin, but looks, as he
  knew from experience, could be deceiving. “ You just happen to be
  here in the middle of nowhere waiting for me? ”
  The kender laughed. “ Actually, I had to catch up with you
  because when I got to your home Helati said you’ d gone o�  to some
  place called Nethosak, which I remembered was somewhere in the
  minotaur lands but a place I’ d never been to, so I thought I should
  tag along because—
  ”
  “ Take a breath, Delbin.”  Kaz relaxed some. It was his companion
  of old, all right. There was no mistaking that voice whenever it ran
  
  on about everything under the sun. Delbin was part of a small sect
  of kender who had the fool notion of writing some history of
  modern Krynn, which would have been �ne if he ever got around to
  it. Plus, almost e