"Carved in my memory: flying through air towards a fence... a hit in a head... doubled vision in the eyes... I

"Carved in my memory: flying through air towards a fence... a hit in a head... doubled vision in the eyes... Inability to stand up, inability to raise a bow... A taste of blood in the mouth... Helpless." Ekun looks somewhere ahead, his gaze is still and heavy. His face looks like a mask carved in stone — the same rock as the troll he tells you about.