The burrow that Dunfallon built turned out to be very comfortable. We would have all drifted off to sleep as soon as we settled in, if not for the stories with which the pixie insisted on regaling us. Not that we didn’t want to listen. On the contrary they were just so interesting that we did not wish to miss any part of them.
However, there were consequences.
All of us slept soundly when we did sleep. So soundly that the new day was half spent before we rose.
There was a message waiting on my scroll from the High Fairy. He and Merlin report flights of black birds spotted over Nonin-gal-dith and Merlin’s castle. Given that information we are reasonably certain that we have successfully escaped the notice of these agents of our enemy.