I pulled Draugh into camp and placed him as close to the campfire as I thought was reasonable without catching him on fire. He still snoozed on, although he did twitch and moan every now and then as if having a bad dream. "Hmmm, Where are you Draugh?"
I looked around the camp, "Hey, everybody, I was given a scroll by an old female troll when I was gone. She said it came from the King of Lar and would tell us why we're here. She says it's a matter of life and death for many people of this world. As soon as everyone comes back, we'll open it and read what it says, okay?"
"Oh, and before I forget did anyone pick up anything after we were struck by lightning? Something tried to entrap me when I went back for Draugh." I shook my head and frowned, "It was really beautiful." Again I shook my head, "but it was truly evil. Beware if you did, I think the wizard placed little pieces of himself in them to trap us in his power."
Viper looked at me (Wow, he was distracting - he shouldn't be that beautiful!) and asked with a small frown on his face, "What wizard?"
"Oops, sorry. I dreamed of a group of wizards viewing us from above, and one of them threw the lightning at us. That's how I knew to warn everyone." I closed my eyes and concentrated trying to remember my dream, "I think there were seven of them ... wizards I mean."
