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"Ahh, there's nothing like a trip to the mountains to get your old lungs a good workout," Hodjarl breathed, heaving himself up the steep path to the cave's entrance. He was burdened with a comically large backpack, a scarf almost thicker and longer than his beard, and goggles that looked closer to bulging insect eyes obscuring his wrinkly and twinkly eyes. Pulling himself upright, the wizard planted his walking stick in the snow, then looking over his shoulder to his company still trudging on behind him.
Bobbling his head side to side, Hodjarl tipped his goggles up to his forehead as he called out, "Oh, come come come, my good boy, let's not dawdle any longer." With a snuffle of his moustache, he waited for his slow moving pupil. The old man had more life in him than ever, it seemed.