We have left the forest behind and the foothills of the mountain of our friends the dwarves. Ahead the rolling hills diminish in the distance like the waves of the ocean when they reach the shore. The sight is a challenging one for Dunfallon, for he knows his ruined home lies there.
I believe this has slowed him considerably. It’s almost as though his mount has picked up his mood and has added its reluctance to his.
Finally I fell back alongside him and asked if he would prefer that we skirt around the area of his former burrow and head for one of the other pixie communities. He took a long time to answer. I almost cried at his silence.
He looked up to me and simply nodded. Then he took the lead and altered our steps a little towards the north.