Mindbender, the King of the Trolls, stood in the thatched humble building of the healers. His green gnarled head brushed the ceiling beams, though they were twelve deca-units high. Many moons had passed since the Queen of Gracklen found him on the battlefield and brought him here, far from the marauding dragons of her liege and the covetous Picts who might forage for treasure amongst the wounded and dying.
He ventured into the moonlight and held a huge hand in farewell to the healers who surrounded him and wished him well. They pressed gold and healing herbs and ointments into his rucksack as he prepared to leave. Then his many-leagued boots strode from the clearing in two extended steps; he melted into the fragrant cool night illuminated by two moons which shone all the way to his land i
