“My Lady, if you can give me the means to kill him, I will help you.  You have my word.”

     Mavelle opened her pack and pulled out a bundle.  She opened the bundle with great care.  Lifting the crystal knife from its wrappings, she showed it to Cragger.  Its surface glowed, a perfect reflection of the fire that kept them warm.  “I hate to admit that I almost lost this when the troll attacked my sister and her party.  After that, I felt it best put away safely until I could find someone to wield it for me.  I knew I hadn’t the strength to do it myself.”  She handed it to Cragger.

     Cragger turned the blade over in his hand.  “The Griffon’s blade!  I thought it was a myth.  This was lost to History a millennium ago.”

     “That explains why I never heard of it.”

     “My Lady, This blade has struck down Gods and Giants.  It will do against the troll.”  He held the blade in both hands, raised them as in the Goddess blessing, and bowed his head.  “I am honored.”

     “Now sir, you may rest your head in the shelter with me and my companion.  Since he shows me that I am safe with you.”  Mavelle pointed to McDougal who stretched out on his side snored loud enough to rival the thunder overhead.