Of course there was no keeping Dunfallon from his friend Grimace. There was much hooting and hollering between them. Mostly the pixie. It was all I could do to keep us going forward.
But the encounter was more than fortunate, for the troll knew exactly which way to go, delivering us from our quandary.
Grimace had much to tell us, the more important details of which spilled into today.
He had escaped the clutches of the troll enslavers when in the camp near the black crystalline tower. He tried to rescue some of the others but it was too late. They were rendered into the walking dead, and a number of them set on his trail.
Rather than head back home through the land of the Dromadil pixies he pressed deeper into the land of the dark elves.
He gave an entire history of his movements from that day to this.
And that is how we came to abandon the straight route of Noralei’s compass and followed the first valley northward.