Dunfallon had not seen what we saw. Trolls were everywhere at the base of that heap of stones, pushing everything skyward. None of them appeared to be in control of their actions – all of a single mind – under a spell as it were.
His demeanor has been contrite all morning. Thankful I should hope for our rescue of him and his goat.
Of course, we shall have to return to the depression. If only because our path seems of necessity to lead through there.
We must exercise extreme caution and fully investigate the area before proceeding.
When we shared this our moping pixie perked up.
However, I wrote the High Fairy to lay our plans before him first.
And now we wait.