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." Tas turned into the wind and scrunched up his
face.
Trapspringer peered around in the dim light and
swirling dust. "We left a couple of ponies near here be-
fore we entered the grove. I think they're just a ways to
the left." Head bowed, he set off, with Damaris, Tassle-
hoff, and Vinsint following behind.
Phineas gaped after them, then shouted, "Surely you
don't intend to travel in this! Let's just wait it out in Vin-
sint's tunnel."
Tasslehoff looked back over his shoulder and hol-
lered, without stopping, "Why? It's just wind. I think
it's kind of fun trying to stay on your feet in it."
"You're crazy! You'll be blown to Kendermore!"
Tas shrugged. "That would sure speed things up. If
you're afraid, though, stay here. There's Vinsint's lar-
der and plenty of company. We'll see you later in Ken-
dermore."
"Fine! That's what I'll do," yelled Phineas to no one in
particular, as Tas was beyond earshot in the howling
wind. The human turned back toward the tunnel exit.
He was confronted by a dozen or more very wide, very
disoriented kender, deep in a discussion about the mer-
its of mushroom husbandry on a hypothetical city
made of small boats lashed together.
Several minutes later, Phineas caught up with Tassle-
hoff and the other three just as they were preparing the
ponies to leave. Grumbling to himself, Phineas got on
his dreaded pony behind Tasslehoff.
The group struggled through the wind without
speaking, since words were lost in the storm anyway.
Travel was slightly easier in the occasional forests, since
the trees provided some protection
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