The Escape“Set course for Exorg 1,” Grillick barked.
“Yes sir,” the closest soldier responded before running off.
“Exorg 1?” I asked.
“Yes. That is where Vanth calls his home.” Grillick led me down the hall to an archway with a large sign painted in bright blue letters. “Grog's Bar, Grill and Sundries” was written on the sign. Sitting at a desk underneath the sign was an ornery looking toad. His pale green skin, thick torso and puffy cheeks made him look like Kermit the Frog on steroids. His narrow yellow eyes locked on us as we approached the desk.
“What do you want?” he grumbled.
“His customer service may be lacking, but when it comes to his goods there is no equal in the universe,” Grillick stated. “This is Grog. He is grumpier than a gutter snake, but since I don't see Preek aroun
