Return of an Old Friend

I arrived in the dead of night and found Rhonas sleeping lighty. Once awake he excitedly told me to prepare for a great sight at first light. I ensured that the nightwatch were awake, then settled to a few hours sleep before starting a new day.

At first light I awoke, and followed Rhonas as he slowly made his way to the east of our troops and then closer to the Goblin mine. With a finger over his lips, he indicated to me to look carefully at the bustling mining area. I saw nothing that I would consider to be a great sight; Goblins entering and exiting a mine tunnel, Goblins working mined metals into swords, Goblins searching through the buckets of rocks for crystals that were being lifted out of the tunnel through a rope and pulley system, a giant working another pulley system that drew the water from the mine tunnels.

It was then that I realised just what I was looking at. This wasn't just any giant. This was an old friendly giant. Torfeld! Rhonas could see better with his sharper eyes and said that Torfeld was being held in chains.

We must free him.