New Arrivals

We reached “the little finger” this morning. It is a barren place, with the winds from the Estensea battering this headland almost continuously. I’m not sure how Tomepicker is coping, but I am almost being blown over most of the time.

I noticed that the few trees that had stood in this area were no longer present, they had all been cut down, and recently too from the colour of the stump wood.

After a while of exploring the area carefully I discovered, hidden from view down the slope of the cliff face there was building that has been cut against the side of the cliff. It’s sloping wooden roof deflected the powerful winds up and over it.

We walked down the cliff along a well worn path, and approached the hut. The size of it left me in no doubt at all that this was a giant habitat. After a nervous introduction – I’m not sure who was more wary myself or the giants - we were invited inside to meet the occupants.

It seems that the fourteen giants – ten males and four females - came to Methtintdour deliberately in search of one of their own. I instantly knew who they were looking for, but still could not remember his name until it was mentioned to me;

Torfeld. Of course it was Torfeld!

My silly memory playing tricks on me. He was looking after Clunav, son of Uttar, when I first came across him in Merquay. I explained to my hosts how Torfeld had assisted my quest in reaching the lair of the Baldrake, but that he stayed behind in Merquay injured when I continued travelling.

The giants of Dilogunga were overjoyed to hear news of their comrade and thanked me for my information. I imagine that there will be a reunion party in the not to distant future.