Hearing the young trolls snores the older troll returned to the camp. He made almost no noise, which for any troll, let alone a troll of his size, is very impressive. He looked around at his fellow travellers; the ginger cat looked even bigger - his fur now all puffed out, the ground vibrated from his deep purring and he was swaying lazily from side to side. The elf was curled into the trunk of a tree with the dwarf at his feet and the Knights chin was on his chest. As the troll's gaze fell on the wolves they flipper their tails, thumping the ground in happy wags. Raising his eyebrows he turned to Leila, who was calmly stoking the fire.
"My friends have been unable to sleep for days! How can I possibly repay you?"
Leila merely shook her head.The troll sighed, he should have known. She was renowned for never excepting thanks for her stories. Suddenly remembering her famous thirst for adventure, he opened his mouth to ask her to join their group when without warning a tremendous crashing and clattering sound came from the undergrowth around the clearing and the Klatchian army burst into the circle of fire-light!
Just as abruptly, everything went dark!
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