The windmill creaked and groaned in the evening breeze. We had walked right up to it without any problems. What had the wizard meant when he said it was one of the Beasts?
As if hearing my thought, Whindel stopped, smiled at me and waved a hand.
In place of the windmill was a crouching giant. The giant became aware that it had been exposed and stood up, its face turning bright red. He turned to leave.
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