It looks so such like one from the forge tunnels under the hedge. Oh, the table slab. How oddly smoothly cool. See, Kar! See what I have found! I bet that lantern is magic of a sort. I won’t touch it. Who knows what it’ll do? I ventured closer to the mouth of the cave and examined closely the tunic hanging from the gold cord. Wet… Finely woven, not sloppy like…like her future daughter’s...like Rindle Mer’s. So such if… Oh, a pocket! Empty… But see how the material is stretched, Kar, so such that its seeming habit is to hold…something round. Of course the orb. She has it with her out there somewhere, close by, maybe. That particular tumble of thought brought me to pluck my chonka from my belt and sing out a likely tune. I hoped to lure the woodlock near. I paced around about in the clearing while gazing into the surrounding Woods for a glimpse of green sparkles or a flash of gray. The conclusion of my song was answered by silence.
