TOM FLEW OVER THE TREES as the sky filled with stars. Ahmity and the Woodland Elves reached Zalfon a few hours ago. He’d kept hidden in the forest within view of their camp just outside the harbor city. When the Elves settled down for the night, Tom lifted off to search the surrounding area for any sign of the renegades or Pony and the children.
The summer night was hot and humid. The clear, starry, sky indicated no summer storm was coming to relieve the heat any time soon. Tom longed for the cool air of the troll tunnels. He also longed for the coppery taste of blood. Just one troll, that’s all he needed. One renegade troll looking for trouble.
Instead, he found a small garrison of renegades wondering through the Woodland Village searching cabins and setting fires. Tom’s first instinct
