Noralei examined the lantern/cage of the Will’o’the Wisp. Something had burned through the bars on one side. Her handiwork had melted clean away. One wonders how we could not have noticed when it occurred. She thinks his consumption of that walking sprout most likely has something to do with it.
We were left with a greater concern – has Willie fled to the stronghold to warn the dark elves about our presence? And by so doing has he compromised the planned coordinated assault for tomorrow?
I dispatched Rumble to bring the news to Dunfallon. Noralei and I went down to the Low-way to confer with Navril.
We discussed moving up the time of the assault. And decided we needed Dunfallon and the Dromadil pixies on the inside first.