I sit up, rubbing my arm and looking down at the glowing white letters and numbers as they adjust themselves. Apparently my plan to stop the statue and its magic has increased my ME by one number and I'm now a thirteen. Mental, my mind whispers. The use of intelligence despite my circumstances has given me a new advantage. My head aches a little though the clarity I've returned to is likely the cause.
It's a slow climb to my feet while Vosh sloshes his way out of the water still leaking from the gap in the fountain, big head down and shaking slowly from side to side, his massive hands clenched into fists at his sides. The others emerge from the feast door but I'm focused on the troll and his slumped shoulders, his lowered face, worried now as he shivers all over I still have to face his w
