Merlin feted us today with a gathering around his great hall table as a thanks for rescuing him. His entire household rose and applauded, roared, or chirped for us.
He then went on to explain what he hopes the next few days will hold for us before sending us back out on our ‘great adventure.’
Afterwards the wizard invited me out onto the rampart for a private conversation. My companions were handed over to his major domo – a wise old owl who, they later told me, shared with them some vital instruction.
From the view before me I was struck how much more threatening the darkness seemed today than yesterday. So, when he told me that we were being sent back to Nonin-gal-dith, I could hardly believe him.
He then waved his hand in a circling motion and a vision appeared between us.
It was a troll army – on the move. And I thought of that force that passed us in the wasteland.