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. Don't I feel silly!" He laughed.
"An experienced adventurer like me getting flustered by
a gaggle of bats," he said, walking back through the tem-
ple and out onto the portico.
"Say, do bats come in gaggles?" he asked, turning back
toward Phineas. "Maybe its a brood. A drove? A herd?
Flock? Hmmmm."
Through the rest of the day, Phineas followed the ken-
der into several more ruined buildings. His body ached
with tension, and he expected something to spring on
him at any moment. But nothing did. The worst thing
they saw was a couple of giant centipedes, which seemed
almost as anxious to leave as the human was to see them
go.
A hazy sun burned through the gray at about midday.
Kender and human looped the ponies' reins around the
stump of a column near what once must have been a re-
flecting pool. They collapsed and nibbled a bit of dried
beef Phineas had brought. Finally, Phineas asked a ques-
tion that had been haunting him the whole, fruitless
morning.
"Is it possible that something has happened to Da-
maris? Could she have... disappeared somehow? Had
an accident?"
Trapspringer considered that, lips pursed. "It's possi-
ble. But more likely she got bored already and left. As
you can see, there's not a lot here anymore."
Phineas thought that the constant possibility of a
monster attack ought to be exciting enough for even a
kender. He asked, "Where would she have gone, then?
Are there more ruins near here?"
"No, this is it," Trapspringer responded. "I take that
back," he corrected himself instantly
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