"Whatever you prefer. I just know I'd sleep more soundly, if I couldn't fly, if I were surrounded by an army. But that's just me. You're in charge, after all."<br/><br/>If the decides to keep hunting the trolls, it'll be another day, before he finally spots a warband, at least fifty trolls, hunkered down in a crude camp, with a handful of posted sentries, and what looks like a combination livestock and slave holding pen, off to one side.