After finding a secluded spot and leaving the ice dragon there,
Horace and Rellana followed the route and finally found the encampment of Godfrey's army.
Tents stretched on and on, and banners bearing the Erdtree snapped in the wind.
Yet when Horace met Gideon Ofnir, the "All-Knowing," the news he received was unexpected.
"Winning over the Trolls? Ah, yes, there was indeed such a matter."
"However, Lord Horace, you and Lady Rellana are a step too late. After witnessing the king's might, the Troll tribes surrendered of their own accord."
Horace fell briefly silent at this.
After all that rushing, nearly getting lost in the Mountaintops of the Giants, and picking up a dragon along the way, their objective had completed itself?
You don't need me here anymore, then? Should I leave?
"So the Trolls have already been won over. We came all this way for nothing?"
He looked at the All-Knowing, vaguely sensing that the atmosphere in the camp was not entirely one of triumphant celebration.
Sir Gideon Ofnir did not answer immediately, merely gesturing for them to follow him.
Just then, a furry figure "slid" over, planting himself squarely in Horace's path.
It was Serosh.
The normally dignified and composed "Chancellor" was now a tearful lion head, his eyes positively brimming.
He pressed his front paws together in a pleading gesture.
"You're finally here! Our savior! Our benefactor! Our deliverer! You can't leave!"
This exaggerated display left both Horace and Rellana beside him momentarily stunned.
Horace raised an eyebrow, asking with his eyes: What's going on?
Serosh leaned a little closer, his tone furtive yet filled with endless bitterness.
"Shh! Keep it down. Actually... now that we've advanced this far, the war has reached a stalemate!"
"The Fire Giants are more stubborn than expected. Not only are they