"Just what I needed, a kender." Svinsson's outlook does not seem to improve by the childlike questions, nor the unbreakable spirit of the kender. "Look, if people knew what happened, there would not be all these stories floating about. And I for one hope we do not see any crows, white or otherwise - especially not near our food supplies."<br/><br/>By this time, the first snowflakes are starting to drift down, and the wind picks up again, colder and more biting than before. Svinsson watches the sails and the ship's course for a moment, then makes his decision. "Bring us in," he tells his helmsman. "I don't care if you have to beach her to keep her safe from that storm, but we are going to land /right now/."<br/><br/>