Since we completed our tasks, we have little to do until Merlin’s return. Dunfallon had his ’army’ back in their boxes and on the wagons. The wound on Conjil’s foreleg looked better but had yet to close. Noralei kept a poultice on it. There was a concern that she will not be ready come time to pull the wagons.
Rumble and Navril recovered a good deal of our arrows and restocked our quivers. I helped a bit at the end.
We did not see Gibley much around the camp. I believe he was off by himself to deal with his indigestion in private.
I wanted to be alone too, so I wandered down to the edge of the abyss and sat there staring into its depth – hoping to catch sight of the wizard returning to us. Merlin caught sight of me first instead. He sat down beside me and handed me a scroll. I recognized it as belonging to the High Fairy. Merlin told me he had found it in the area beneath the village of the Sprites. And besides a few broken mining tools that is all he found.
He accompanied me back to our camp and there announced to us that he must find out what has happened to his excellency. We all wanted to go with him, but he would only accept Navril’s offer – as there was a possibility that the High Fairy was somewhere in the territory of the elves.
As for the rest of us, he asked us to travel to Dromadil and inform the Sprites in exile there that it was now safe to return to their homes.
Then after acceding to Noralei’s request to look at Conjil’s foreleg and treating and closing the wound, the wizard and the elf departed.