Chapter 21
I left the little troll behind in the fire cave, but I took my sketchbook with me. If drawing really was necessary for me to access my magic, I was going to have to acquire some pocket-sized journals for on the go. But the messenger bag wasn't so heavy as all that. Especially compared to all the weapons Thorbjorn was carrying on his belt and strapped to his back.
"Here," Thorbjorn said, adjusting the strap on my bag so that it rested against my back rather than on my hip, leaving my hands free. Then he took my walking stick from me and leaned it against the wall beside the troll and thrust something else into my hands.
"Thorbjorn? I don't know how to use this," I said, looking at the short spear I was suddenly holding. It reminded me far too much of the fishing spear that had
