Throg returned to his modest dwelling Tuesday morning after vanquishing his mortal foe, Ka’al, and bringing the Gaia Crystals to their rightful place inside The Whispering Tree shrine. It was an extended journey, made longer when Throg’s horse acquired his leg caught between two boulders.
Whereas dreaming, he recalled among the highlights from his journey. A whole lot of Ka’al’s accursed legion fell to Throg’s blade, although he saved his most ugly eviscerations for the final standing member of every cluster of foes. Time appeared to sluggish as Throg knocked a pikeman or ax-wielding barbarian to their knees, kicked their chest, after which lopped their head clear off. Afterward, Throg celebrated by pulling an empty mug of mead to his lips and pantomimed a stamina-replenishing gulp.
The hero awoke, totally dressed, and walked over to his simmering cauldron. The effervescent pot of tan liquid had sat alone for months, but it surely was as nourishing because the day it first materialized, together with all the things else in Throg’s dwelling. Throg consumed it in three swipes of his spoon after which left the empty bowl on the desk so it may disappear.
“I solely want I may have shared this meal with The Raveness,” Throg mentioned to no one. She actually was a magnificence, and Throg longed to have held her hand, however intertwining fingers was past their capability. As a substitute, their doomed courtship was restricted to smashing their faces collectively and taking their shirts off earlier than darkness got here.
Throg dropped all of his newly acquired items in a pile on the ground and assumed a fetal place on his mattress, on high of his sheets, as was his method. Ignoring the coolness, he slept and superior the rest of his days, 24 hours at a time.