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"Raist! It's a blizzard out there! We'll perish! You can't
take this!"
"I am leaving this inn! Now!" came the mages voice.
No longer whispering, it was hoarse with anger and fear. "I
am leaving, and I go with or without you. It's up to you!"
The mage started walking down the hall, leaning upon his
staff. Stopping, he cast a piercing glance at Amberyl's room.
Panic-stricken, she ducked back into the shadows. The
mage headed toward the stairs, his brother standing behind
him, hands spread helplessly.
"This has to do with that girl, doesn't it?" Caramon
shouted. "Name of the Abyss, answer me! I - He's gone."
Left alone in the hall, the big warrior scratched his head.
"Well, he won't get far without me. I'll go after him.
Women!" he muttered, hurrying back into the room and
reappearing, struggling to lift a pack to his back. "Just after
we got out of that damn magic forest, too. Now, I suppose
we'll end up right back in it."
Amberyl saw Caramon look down the hall toward her
room and, once more, ducked back.
"I'd like to know what's going on, my lady," the big
man said in her general direction. Then, shaking his head,
Caramon shouldered the pack and clumped hastily down the
stairs
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