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Whisper has brought him the first reports of the inside of the tower. That the rooms are larger and the ceilings higher than he had anticipated is welcome news indeed. ~ Still the One Who Mods is no fool to be trifled with and he surely must suspect the danger enclosed spaces will pose. It will be wise not to place too much trust in such things as the dimensions of rooms and the heights of ceilings. ~ Even as he considers this a movement within the air of this place brings him other news – She has struck him with one of the arrows! “The moment is nearly at hand, then,” he whispers as he gathers his equipment. The burns on his arms and hands have begun to fade but he suspects that soon they may well be burned beyond hope of healing. His hand touches the locket around his neck and he reminds himself that he has not come here to die. He leaves the shelter of the cleft and steps off of the ledge into the storm. He stands suspended within the winds and opens himself once more to the violent freedom of their gusting movement. The healing made possible by the enchantment of the woman called TAO will be finished by this storm which rages with the vigor of the winds of his distant home.
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