The'kal seemed fully engrossed in her new form, turning herself to stone and back with childlike glee.<span style="color: olive"> "Well then I guess we should get moving. Don't want to walk right past our quarry when she's cuddled up in some wolf furs or something."</span>She scaled Ashia's body and rested on her shoulders to survey the area then pointed towards a distance Orc camp.<span style="color: olive"> "I see exposed spirits, a lot of freshly killed Orcs there. What do you think a Troll wyrmkin crossbreed would even look like? I feel bad for not investigating this when I learned the egg had been fertilized and laid, I can't imagine a wyrmkin making the best mother."</span>At the camp they'd find several slaughtered orcs but just a band of adventurers with no Troll to be found. The group looked at Ashia and The'kal all with confused glances but the larger of the group motioned for them to look away. "Never question a sober Dwarf lads, just look away and it won't notice us."<span style="color: olive">"So that's what this feeling is, no wonder Dwarves drink all the time. Well, let's leave these would-be heroes in peace."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>