Except she wasn't a Halfling child anymore, she was a human child. And she wasn't dressed the same either. And she was glowing brighter than the late morning sunlight coming down through the trees.
I knew who she was, of course. Anyone who lived among those that worshiped Innoruuk and Rallos Zek would know who she was.
I do not know why, but I did not say anything to her right away. Instead I went off a little ways to prepare my chicken. Then I cooked it. After it had cooked I held some of it out to her. She shook her head and smiled at me. I have never felt so good as when I saw that smile. It was like it took away all the pain and fear I had ever felt.
I sat at the foot of the stone to eat.
"Son of Trolls, do you know me?" She asked when I had finished. I knew her voice. She was the one that had spoken to me on the hill.
"Yes," I told her.
"Son of Trolls, what is my name?" She asked.
"Quellious," I said to her.
"Why did you fight the orcs, when you would not fight the halflings?" She asked me.
"I don't know," I told her. I felt ashamed that I did not know.