This morning found us in another trackless waste. The plants are fewer and farther in between. And none of them in blossom. Rumble and I were able to coax some to bloom, but they soon withered.
Dunfallon discovered how to wring water out of one particular plant for us and his goat.
It was during one of these frequent rests to procure more moisture that Rumble noticed a cloud of sand rising in the distance.
It was headed straight for us. And swiftly.
We had just enough time to steer out of its way.
It was another army of trolls – pushed along by something. One could not see it – more like feel its presence and the force it exerted.
They passed in a rush of wind.
We wondered if we were supposed to pursue and oppose their transit to our land.
But my pendant was pulling me onward- to where the army of trolls had come from.