Chapter Eight
Everyone froze as Hopper’s hands opened and he flexed his razor-sharp talons. Everyone except Cabal. Cabal’s hands went to his hips. He sighed and glanced down at the snow. Sarah noticed his sword lying in the snow several yards to his left and released her own sigh of relief.
When Cabal’s eyes lifted from the snow, the anger was gone. He nodded at Hopper and said, “You’re right, Hopper. I am not Mikado’s father. Perhaps I stepped into that role a bit while you were gone, but I never intended to replace you. I am fond of your son. He’s a gentle soul. He’s taught me so much about the humanity of a troll. The last thing I want is to see him suffer. But please hear me when I say Asward has no knowledge of what lies within those walls. When it comes to the knowledge of the Dale
