Easterly chill

The plume of beautiful orange flame curled through the sky before gracefully falling back down to earth. It was a stunning sight. 

My eyes remained transfixed on the huge wooden arena desperately trying to image the calibre of fights that were going on. 

However, a light tap on the shoulder pulled me from my transfixion. 

It was Twig who pointed cautiously down the road to two lumbering trolls heading closer and closer towards us. 

"HAHAHHA"

The fatter of the two trolls let out a loud belly laugh as he trundled past. It seems the patrols aren't taken at all seriously. 

That was at least one positive of this whole situation. I went to move forward when an odd feeling of dread filled my brain. Turning around I looked down the road to where the trolls went, half expecting them to be charging towards us this very second however they were long gone.

Strange.