*Assuming the rest of the party cares to join their erstwhile companion on this crazy adventure, you can all approach the whirlwind, even taking along your horses and wagons. As you draw near the whirlwind expands, enveloping everyone in it. Surprisingly enough you do not get dizzy, or get thrown hither and thither, though you quickly find yourself floating almost lazily in mid-air. You can see the surrounding countryside with startling clarity, and you can see you are approaching the mountains at a speed that only the wind could go. You're covering ground that could have taken you weeks in mere moments.*
*The whirlwind touches down in a mountain meadow, and in the distance you can see an elaborate stone structure on the top of a peak. A narrow trail winds through the crags of the mountains, leading the way there.*
"There lives the author of our sorrow, the ones who seek to confine the wind, to force us to bring others' passion and freedom to them, so that they may use it for their own purposes. Free us, free us, free us!" the wind cries one last time, before seeming to be wrenched away from the meadow and into the afternoon sky.