Helgrim had not met Grottur before, but he looked familiar. An memory came back to the old dwarf of having travelled the tradeway once or twice with a gold dwarf named Gruffuth. They had been beset by goblins and Gruffuth had proved capable in a scrap. This must have been seven or eight decades ago. Helgrim was surprised that it had been so long.
"If th'way south is clear, as ye say, then I ken I can make it on me own ta Daggerford, if need be." answered Grottur with a nod, "Or if ye be needin' one t'hang back an' keep an eye oot fer trooble while ye take it too them what're in the Lodge, well, I can do that fer ye instead."
Escella didn't find much that interested her in the gnoll's tents. This was only a guard camp, after all. On the other hand, the shaman's staff was a primal focus and was likely enchanted.
