“What a
motley band of brothers are we,” Raven chuckles to himself. “A
tired old bird from the Forest, a lost boy, a spy, a talking cloud
and two homesick trolls.”
“You,”
he says, suddenly focusing his attention, turning to the sparkling
cloud, “You mentioned a more eloquent solution?”
“Indeed,”
Tom replies.
“No time
for mysteries or riddles,” Raven insists, “Out with it.”
“We
believe,” Tom says, “That these trolls' hearts may be near by,
were Robert to believe it.”
Raven
turns to the trolls. “Could this be true?” he asks.
“We was
told they were in the vault,” Stonedildo answers.
“But who
tellsh a troll anyfing,” Rocknipples says, “Ash long ash they're
obedient.”
“Well
then lad,” Raven turns to Robert, “Looks like it's down to you.”
