Our progress picked up after Fliget decided to exercise his prerogative as king of the dwarves. All caravans were shunted aside to allow ours the right of way.
I began to feel uncomfortable about what might lay ahead for us in the stronghold city. My sense that something was off lead me to approach Merlin to talk to him about it. Gnoston’s and Fliget’s actions were hard to understand as to what motivated them. And afraid to say, I was suspecting our friends of evil intent if not outright perfidy.
The wizard listened patiently to my fears. When finished he chuckled and painstakingly calmed all my concerns.
The High Fairy has been sent for and will join us in the stronghold city. The dwarves have invited him to be present for a special celebration of our victory over the dark elves.
Evidently the dwarves think that a season of thankfulness is called for, especially on the eve of another conflict.
Before he dismissed me, Merlin hinted that more surprises await us upon our arrival in the stronghold city.