As he looks down from the rooftop at the others slaughtering the two hags, Vogir smiles at the little gnomess Zavia.
Despite being in the ‘forbidden lands’, despite being pursued by the seven ‘Black riders’, he’s never laughed more or felt more happy.
The teleportation trick that she’d performed and he’d copied was hilarious.
Making the monstrous cat suddenly appear twenty feet in the air and letting it drop to the ground…
The ‘poor’ creature never stood a chance.
Now, after a night’s rest in the relative safety of the farmhouse, they can press on towards the dwarven Mjoovitnir’s homeland.