25 Dualahei 835

(Sigurd)
We walk for days in the mist now. It stinks. Not so bad now, you get used to it. Today we seem to go in circles. Davinara says Uthemar told her about green dragons and they make a maze and we’re in one. We walk and walk and get to the same point each time. Then Davinara saw another path and we make it out.
I see three trolls, sick trolls. We attack them. The dragon comes out too. We fight. The dragon doesn’t come in reach of my hammer. Coward.
He breathes poison on us. Three times. We’re going to die in this stinking swamp.
He shouts: “Surrender or you will die!”
I’m no coward, but there is no point in dying. We surrender.