The morning after the confrontation with the Vagwar, Daerahil woke, the decisive battle still playing through his mind and the final words exchanged between them.
Daerahil had said, "I will agree that you may take these men and that you will allow us to leave this land. I will have to learn more about you before I agree or disagree with what you ask or suggest. When and where should I make contact?"
"I will make contact," stated the Vagwar. "Meanwhile, little one, read as much of the tale of the black years as you can find. It will make my story less tedious to tell. Take your friend back to your camp and return here before dawn." He leaned forward suddenly and his rough tongue flicked across Daerahil"s throat. "You are tasty and strong indeed. If I did not want and need your help, you w
