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. I remained silent, my
head bent against the swirling snow as I picked our path across the
glacier toward Icewall Castle.
Krynn's sun rose and set on three cold days as we crossed the
snowy wastelands. Each day, five travelers from warmer lands
struggled behind me through bitter winds and man-swallowing
drifts.
The kender proved as much a handful as any ten children from
the village. More than once did I catch sight of him in the corner
of my eye as he wandered off the path I had chosen. Once I
collared him just as the snow beneath his little feet slid away,
revealing a crevasse.
"Wow, would you look at that?" he marveled. "I wonder what's
down there? Perhaps I'll make a map of this-maybe it's a shortcut
to the other side of Krynn!" Tasslehoff reached into a pouch for
some paper.
"Don't be any sillier than you can help," Derek grumbled,
trudging through snow that reached his knees. "I'd be the first to
fall down it if it led to someplace warmer!"
Tasslehoffs face fell only slightly. "I suppose," he mumbled.
Though I vowed to keep to myself and merely guide them as
ordered, I could not help but wonder about the others. I had a lot of
time to observe them, after all.
My first impressions of Sturm Brightblade never changed; he was
a man alone. For some reason, the older knight, Derek, seemed
determined to break the younger knight's will, but Sturm never
wavered in his loyalty to Laurana
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