"You've been most helpful indeed, Stymie, and I thank you. Now. If you'll allow me, I'll help you back to the forest." And with a quick, deft flick of Dongle's hand, he gripped the little blue drunkard like a balsa-wood gliding apparatus, and with a quick, smooth motion, sent the Grig sailing back into the Twisted Forest.
"I've always wanted to do that..."
And with that, we were on our way. Master Dongle figured we might as well examine at least the ground floor of the keep, even if it was deserted as the Sprite had told us. We made our way to the keep, circling it once for good measure, and to see what we could see.