The Tro Bos Grezzo Is About to Come, and I'll Make a Spicy Stew.

Nezzie and harks looked at each other fear in their eyes, as lash and thump lumbered into the room. Thump grabbed the girls by the arms and hauled them towards the door. Nezzie merly cried, but harks only glared as the ogres dragged them into a new tunnel. This one emerged into a cavern with a high ceiling that was swimming with wood smoke. Crude tables with stone stools lined the walls, and in the centre was a giant fire pit. And flames were leaping the criss crossed tangle of logs inside. One dropped a heavy barrel of some foaming drink and began to pass around mugs. Two others carried a pot