Carrol sat bolt upright, her little knuckles near bone-white against the deep blue of her dress.  Utterly enraptured by the tale, it's quite apparent that she had nearly thought them all dead by the evil man's foul magic, perhaps forgetting that this was merely the first chapter of many.  Relieved though she was, she couldn't quite manage to bite back the question on her tongue.<br/><br/>"But what of the idol that Gorvis--Fennel--picked up?  He had it all this time, but didn't know what it was?"