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"That's the spirit." Trapspringer said, clapping Phineas
on the back. "I just hope we don't run into any undead. I
forgot my holy water, and skeletons and ghouls and the
like are so persistent." The kender secured his hoopak to
the saddle, squared his shoulders, and led his pony into
the Ruins.
Phineas took a deep breath and followed, tugging at
his own diminutive mount.
From what Phineas could see, the city that had once
stood here had been extensive. The ruins stretched for
hundreds of yards in both directions, fading gradually
into the surrounding woods and sloughs. The kender
and the human picked their way along the large, loose
cobbles of an old, weed-choked street. Along the wind-
ing street were the crumbling foundations of ancient
buildings and jumbled piles of rectangular, white stones.
Perhaps one out of every ten buildings was nearly intact,
its walls still standing, doors and roofs missing.
Trapspringer, who was standing with his pony a dozen
or so paces ahead at the junction of two streets, stopped
and turned to wait for Phineas. The street they were
crossing was at least three times wider than the one
they'd been following, and stretched off to the right and
left in a gentle, graceful curve.
"This must have been one of the main streets, back
when this place was alive. It circles all the way around
the Ruins," Trapspringer said. "As long as you can find
this road, you can't get lost, because eventually it will
bring you back to where you started. Remember that in
case we get split up somehow
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