Merlin has been quite thorough in his assessment of our situation. He commended us for our industry in seeking out the displaced farmers. So Rumble and I were feeling supreme satisfaction with his approval. That is until he brought up the High Fairy. The minute the wizard asked if we had heard anything from his excellency I realized that I had not so much as written a single word to him. And had not thought to ask for his direction.
Nor had I even checked for any message from him.
I felt horrible. And even more so after I looked on the scroll and there saw the same question from him – written over and over again. “Where are you?”
I wrote back immediately. A long message detailing all our movements.
By this morning I still had no answer. We left for the troll village down in the valley. For after all it is our commitment. Our promise to keep. At least we do have Merlin’s approval, and Geog and Grimace started the celebration the minute we arrived.