Nevermind

"Why?" Kespin yelped, "The elf girl asks me why?"

He thrust a bony finger at Tiella and frowned. "Tell me!" he demanded.

"Tell you what?"

"About the magic."

"There is nothing to tell." Balar growled.

"Lies, you tell lies to old Kespin and he wants to know."

"Mind you own business old man." Tiella warned. Balar placed a hand on his axe and glowered at the crazy eyed stranger. Kespin looked down at the axe and swallowed.

"Nevermind." he squealed and scurried to the back of the wagon. "Dont mind me, carry on."

The rest of the day passed by in silence as the wagon rolled on through the Troll March. They paused around midday for a bite to eat and to stretch their legs and the strange old man watched them the whole time, sometime mumbling to himself and at other times searching his precious book for some unknown secret.