Another day out on the plain and nothing to show for it. No tracks nor even a blade of grass crushed out of place. We slowed our pace and directed Dunfallon to sweep back and forth in search of any signs of the passage of our recent enemy.
One could almost conclude that the army of undead trolls leaped or flew over this entire plain when they attacked the dwarves at the stronghold. And I fear that without their tracks we will be unable to trace the evil back to its origin.
My spirits were at low ebb come the evening. My companions sensed my mood immediately and sought to raise my spirits by telling stories of past adventures. Some of them very funny, especially those related by our very own pixie.