Morning came, and Drake and his cohort gulped down their breakfast before packing up and storing the cabin in his 'storage' book.
They were all ready to complete the quest. They had arrived at their destination and only needed to figure out how to retrieve the pendant.
They stood as a group, watching 'The River of Peace.' The water rushed across the land, and the roaring water's movement sounded like white noise. It was a deafening sound.
Staring at the bridge, they weren't sure what to do next.
"I have a feeling that if we step too close to the bridge, the toll will stop us. Do either of you know anything about troll lore?" Drake asked his friends. "He already knew; he just wanted to know if his friends knew anything about it."
"You're the gamer, you tell us," Mike drawled. "I know football, not magical creatures."
Drake turned his gaze to Chad, who just shrugged. "I don't know either."
