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"I won't need the extra weight, I think," he said, handing
the weapon to the old dwarf.
"Tanis, isn't there another way? I don't like this."
Tanis dropped a hand onto his friend's shoulder. "You'd
be alone if you did like it. Rest easy; it's too cold out there
to keep us gone long. Just keep Tas safe here with you. He
promised, but . . ."
Flint laughed grimly. "Aye, BUT. Don't worry. We'll
both be here when you get back." A high squealing, Tas at
the pipe, tore around the shelter. Flint winced. "Although
whether both of us will yet be sane is another matter."
With grave misdoubt Flint watched Tanis and Sturm leave.
Tas sidled up beside him, standing close to the old dwarf.
He called good luck after them but he didn't think that they
could hear him above the storm's cry.
"Come along, then," Flint growled. "No sense standing
any closer to the wind than we have to. We might as well
find the best kindling from that wood. When those two get
back they'll be fair frozen and needing a fire as quickly as
we can make one."
Tas stood in the breached doorway for a long moment.
The white and screaming storm quickly swallowed all trace
of Sturm and Tanis. Already he had begun to regret his
promise to stay behind
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