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. "There is one more
place she could be near. It's actually part of the Ruins,
but I don't know anyone who's ever actually gotten into
it."
Trapspringer had already jumped up and was leading
them toward a wooded area on the north side of the Ru-
ins. The woods looked like a nearly impenetrable tangle
of trees, brush, brambles, roots, and vines. Phineas
could not see far into the gloom.
"Why would anyone go in there?" he asked Trap-
springer as he followed the kender's lead and tied his po-
ny's reigns to a tree. Trapspringer took his hoopak from
his saddle and started chopping his way through the
green density. Phineas sprang forward to follow.
"I understand that the brush thins out quite a lot once
you get inside," explained Trapspringer unhelpfully.
"What's inside?" asked Phineas, gingerly picking a
thorn-covered branch from his pant leg.
"The tower, of course -- the fifth Tower of High Sor-
cery. It was one of the five original Towers of High Sor-
cery, but it must have been ruined shortly after the
Cataclysm. The tower isn't really the problem. The
problem is that an enchanted grove was planted around
each tower to keep out unwanted visitors. No one I
know of has ever reached as far as the tower."
Phineas stopped dead in his tracks. He turned around
and practically ran back to the ponies. "What are you
doing, leading us into a magical grove? And a Tower of
High Sorcery at its center! Are you crazy?" Just as sud-
denly, he stopped again and gave the kender a skeptical
glare
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