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“I don't like this,” said Milo. “We've been waiting here for hours.”
The Spriggan had let go of Milo's hand and was standing on his shoulders looking over the crowded market. It was late afternoon and the sun was already slipping past the horizon.
“I don't see them anywhere,” said the Spriggan.
“Maybe we should go look for them,” said Milo.
“Remember what the dwarf said. Stay here and wait,” said the Spriggan. He hopped off Milo's shoulders and grabbed his hand.
Milo sighed, heavily, and plopped down on the grass, pulling the Spriggan with him. His mother and grandmother would be frantic by now. He missed their cooking and the sounds of their laughter. Although Max, Tommy and the twins had accepted him as a friend, he still wasn't sure about the troll or dwarf. He played with the
