115 A Quick Hunt at Trarko House

He got up with a new energy coursing in his veins only to realise he still did not know how to get out of the wasteland. He had not remembered to get that knowledge out of Klaclic before the poor wolf had died. “Think Gavadiol,” he muttered to himself. This was unlike the other places he had been to. There had been a portal to get in and out from. There was nothing like that here. He stopped short. There was no portal here! So why then did he think he was in another place? He had to still be in the grove! This place, the wasteland, was all just an illusion. And now that his thoughts were travelling along these paths, he realised that he did know the spell for dissolving illusions such as this. It had been one of the last spells he had memorised before coming down here. Perhaps, he still needed to read up on more spells before finally going to tackle Nordveka. One could never know which one could prove crucial. Presently though, he fished out his wand and waved it vigorously, mutter