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Amberyl stood for a moment in the darkness of her
room, waiting until her breathing calmed and she could
think clearly. Then, grabbing her scarf, she wound it tightly
around her face. Pulling a fur cloak from her own pack, she
cautiously crept down the hall after Caramon.
Amberyl could recall no worse storm in her life and she
had lived many years in the world, though she was young
yet by the standards of her kind. The snow was blinding.
Blown by a fierce wind, it blotted out all traces of any
object from her sight - even her own hands held out before
her were swallowed up by the stinging, blinding white
darkness. There was no possible way she could have
tracked Raistlin and his brother - no way except the way she
did it - by the bond that had been accidentally created
between her self and the mage.
Accidental. Yes, it must have been accidental, she
thought as she trudged along. Though the snow had been
falling only a matter of hours, it was already knee-deep.
Strong as she was, she was having some difficulty plowing
her way through the steep drifts and she could imagine the
magic-user ... in his long robes...
Shaking her head, Amberyl sighed. Well, the two
humans would stop soon
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