It is hard waiting, when every spark of your being longs to be off on your appointed path.
Such was my unease while pacing the rampart and scanning the skies towards the dark crystalline tower (for we see now more clearly its form).
My attention was arrested by the sight of a troll emerging from the woodlands to the east. His presence was about to be challenged by a troop led by Navril in that quarter.
Recognizing the troll, I swooped down to interpose myself between the two. Thus I kept the Laguayilians from assaulting our great friend Geog.
The High Fairy had informed him about our whereabouts. He has sought us out to come to the aid of his brother Grimace. His twin had disappeared with other trolls from their valley, and Geog fears that the enemy may be conjuring up another army of undead trolls.
When we brought him into the city Rumble and Noralei were by turns elated to see him and distressed to learn of his plight.
The complications surrounding our departure have worsened.
What to do?