Kipp awoke to a dying campfire. He quickly noted Ing and the horses were not present. The night in the forest had passed uneventful, so much so that Ing had chosen not to wake the elf for his turn at watch. Kipp packed up his bedroll and then ate a cold breakfast of dried meat and fruit. The wizard then sat and began to memorize the incantations he would need for the upcoming battle. As he whispered his spells, the very air about him became electrified.
Ing soon returned from watering the horses. While waiting for Kipp to return from his magical trance, he sharpened a axe.
After the sun had beamed for no more than an hour’s passing, Kipp stood and grinned at Ing.
“So what am I to say to our soon to be enemies this morning?”
Ing pointed his axe towards the castle. “Tell that troll if he wishes to live he shall turn over Argon’s daughter.”
“Or you shall lay siege upon his castle?”
Ing nodded in response.
“Well, I am off to converse with a troll and his foul smelling lackeys,” Kipp stated with a wave of his thin hands.
Ing watched the elf mount his white stallion and gallop off to deliver what would be a fruitless demand. Trolls were not known for having wisdom in the face of their own demise.
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