Arcadia's Heartstone is dead. Drained of its magic by Gunmar. He had completely destroyed the one thing that had sustained so much troll life in Arcadia.

Or so we thought. Because Arcadia's Heartstone was dead.

Was.

We thought it would be gone forever, but now it's like… a weird zombie Heartstone or something. Which is a good thing, right? Well, as Dictatious always used to say, 'even the word hopeless isn't void of hope'. Well, he apparently used to say that, but Toby still had a hard time believing it. Seriously, what happened to that dude– Oh oh, wait, internal monologue getting sidetracked– Where was he…

Oh yeah. Calling Jim.

Toby was only down there by chance when the stone had started giving off faint, pulsing glows. He wouldn't have even noticed it had Aaarrrgghh not pointed it out to him. Naturally, Toby was a mix of ecstatic and freaked right out.

Does this mean Arcadia could sustain the lives of many trolls again? Who knows. But Jim was definitely the first to hear about it. He told Toby that he'd talk with Blinky about coming down to check it out. Honestly, even if this just turned out to be nothing, just visiting would be nice too. It's been some months since they arrived at New Jersey, but Jim would be lying if he said he didn't miss his friends already. Claire probably thought the same thing.

So, naturally, it was decided that coming down to check things out wouldn't be a bad idea.

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"You guys'll love Arcadia's new look!" Toby raved, excitement of seeing his friends again ringing clearer than a bell through the phone, "A lot of work's been done to make the streets troll-friendly! They're not finished yet, but there are these super sturdy awnings being put up all over town so that they can walk around in the day! Oh, and would you believe that NotEnrique of all people got a program together for Changelings to start teaching people how to speak troll? Things are awesome here!" Chest puffed out with pride, he added, "And me and my wingman have been keeping everyone safe while you're gone, of course!" He always made it a point to mention that, even if the only "threats" to really speak of would be the stray goblin or two lingering about. "I gotta admit, I kinda forgot what it feels like to not have psycho killers or crazy magic happenings around every corner. Hey, maybe this Heartstone thing is going to be the start of something huge and exciting!"

"Careful what you wish for, Tobes." Toby could hear Jim laugh from the other side of the line. He was excited too. "Well, sounds like you guys have been making a lot of progress!" He said, enthusiastic. "Can't wait to be there! We–" Jim's voice cut out for a second, the half-troll having paused to respond to someone who had spoken to him, words Toby couldn't make out. When his voice returned, it was a little disappointed, but no less excited. "Sorry Toby, I've got to go help Blinky and Claire out with some of our things. We'll see you in a few days, okay? And tell Aaarrrgghh and everyone we say hi!"

"You bet! Don't keep us waiting too long, Jimbo!"

With that, the call was ended. Toby turned to Aaarrrgghh, doing a double thumbs up and grinning wider than the ocean. "They'll be here soon! And Jim says hi!"

"Hi Jim!" Aaarrrgghh said right back.

"Well, he can't hear us now, we hung up." He explained to his wingman, enthusiasm still not wavering and nudging Aaarrrgghh playfully when the troll had made a small disappointed noise after learning that. "But save that big hello for when they get here, huh?"

The two of them started on their way out of the unkempt mess that was Trollmarket. Nobody had gotten the time to fix it up yet, nor had anybody really thought it was necessary… but Toby and Aaarrrgghh would sometimes swing by for old time's sake. There was something…. nostalgic about being here. And it was a good thing they decided to come down today, considering.

"Heartstone?" Aaarrrgghh asked, glancing back at the hunk of barely-living mineral before it escaped from their line of sight.

"Yeah, Jim said he asked Blinky about it, but he doesn't know what could be causing this either… but hey! All the more reason for them to come and take a closer look, right?" Toby grinned wider.

"Hmm…" Aaarrrgghh had to admit, there was the faintest trace of worry lingering within him. There's never been a case of Heartstone coming back to life (that he knew of), so what could this mean? But, well…. Toby's cheery attitude was pretty contagious. The troll smiled back. "Right."

"That's the spirit!" Like he had wings for feet, Toby used the Horngazel in one swoop to open up the entrance and hopped outside, pumping his fists in the air with a cheer. "Wooo! Nothing could ruin this for me!"

Aah, but what poor Toby didn't realize, is that you should never say such a thing when you're in the business of being a main character.

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"Okay! Today's the day!"

Toby had placed himself on top of his nana's sofa, looking over everyone in the room with a dutiful stare. "Let's go over everyone's duties, shall we?~" He made a flashy display of his warhammer, pointing it at Aaarrrgghh first. "My dear wingman, what are you going to do when they arrive?"

"Big hug!" Aaarrrgghh proclaimed, a giant friendly grin on his face.

"Only the biggest ever from our welcome committee! And how about you, Nana?"

"I'm going to have delicious cookies ready for the pickings." Nana said, her voice sweeter than the dough she was working on. "They must be hungry after that long trip."

"Correctamundo!" Toby cheered, twirling around to address the last person present, his mood being… less enthused for the moment of interaction that was to come. "Annnd… Dictatious."

"Hmm?" Dictatious glanced in the voice's general direction, not particularly interested as he'd been preoccupied with some crime show on TV. "Was I supposed to do something?"

In a true teenager fashion, Toby rolled his eyes and loudly sighed. "Never mind, just don't be a buttsnack."

But, optimism quick to return, Toby hopped down and went to the side of his wingman. "Well, I wish I could take you with me to meet 'em, buddy, but they don't have any covers at the bus stop yet."

"Blinky?" Aaarrrgghh asked in concern.

"Don't worry! They made sure to deck him out with lots of umbrellas and stuff." He gave the big troll a light tap, then headed for the door. "Hold down the fort! We should be back in 10!" He turned to face them one last time and give an excited double thumbs up before bouncing outside.

It was a beautiful day! Maybe too sunny for a troll's taste, but any day is beautiful when you get to see your friends again! The bounce in Toby's step basically had him gliding with the floatiness of his hammer alongside him. He'd be at the bus stop in no ti–

CRASH!

Many curses were uttered as Toby and Steve hit the ground - after having smacked into each other, obviously.

"Steve, what the heck!" Toby barked, pulling himself up off the ground, "You should know I'm in a hurry here-"

"Shutupshutupshutup!" Steve quickly followed Toby up, a very clear purpose for his rush clear in his voice and eyes. "There is a crazy weird-looking troll guy in the woods!"

"Wait…" Toby squinted in confusion. "What?"

"Eli only told me today, but he mentioned seeing a weird light in the forest a few nights ago. I went to check it out because I remembered that spot being where you guys-" Steve pointed a finger at Toby, face looking less than impressed. "-were doing weird dark magic portal stuff with all those boxes." Squinting, he added just out of the smallest bit of bitterness, "And messed with my phone."

"Guilty as charged?" Toby chuckled, awkwardly shrugging. But by now they've let bygones be bygones about that stuff. It's important they get back to business. "But this troll you saw, what were they doing out there?"

"Well… nothing. The guy was out cold." Steve admitted with a shrug of his own. "Last I saw him, anyway. I was going to try n' move him to a shadier spot, but he made a couple noises like he might wake up, so I figured it would be, uhhhh…. safer to get a second party, haha." Yeah, safer. Not intimidated by the giant killer-looking troll at all. Nope.

"Wellllll…." Toby really did want to meet with Jim, Blinky, and Claire as soon as possible, but… what kind of responsible Trollhunter would he be if he left some troll in danger of getting sunned to death in the forest? Let alone leave one of his classmates alone to deal with it? Normally he'd tell Steve to find someone else to help, but what if there's a fight? And Toby does have his weapon handy… Sighing in disappointment, Toby conceded to his rationality. "Okay, fiiine. But I gotta call Jim and let him know I'll be late meeting him." He pulled out his phone, scrolling through the contacts. "So what'd this troll look like? What should I be keeping an eye out for?"

"Here, I got a picture."

Toby glanced up from his screen to look at Steve's, then back down to his own. "Oh, Angor Rot. Cool, cool."

…. Wait.

WAIT.

Yanking the phone from Steve's hands, Toby pressed his face so close to the phone that he might as well have swallowed it.

That's Angor Rot, alright. It was a blurry photo, but who could mistake that for any other troll?

"Oi. Dumbzalski." Steve wanted greatly to snatch his phone back, but he was mostly just too confused at this point to bother. "What're you going on about.

It took Toby a second to realize that he was making sounds similar to that of a dying seal in his shock. Coming back to his senses, he shoved the phone back at Steve and ran off - wait, why run when you have a magic flying warhammer - scratch that, flew off shouting, "CALL JIM AND TELL HIM TO MEET ME IN THE WOODS!"

"Hey!" Steve shouted back, feeling gypped out of an explanation. "Is this a good or bad thing?!"

"I DON'T KNOW! I'M HAVING VERY MIXED FEELINGS ON THE MATTER!"

Chances are, this was a very bad thing. Even if Angor Rot's still on their side, it being great that he's somehow alive (if that's the case), how did he get out of the Shadow Realm?

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"Ahh, home sweet home!"

Jim bounded off the bus with incredible enthusiasm, more than ready to see every inch of Arcadia again. He stretched his arms and legs, stiff from the bus, then turned around as he heard Claire step off, adjusting the position of the sheathed weapon over her back.

"It really is nice to be back," She had to agree, smiling. New Jersey was nice, but it wasn't home. Plus, she could see her brother and parents! As well as her friends, of course. "I just wish it was under different circumstances, but…"

"Hey! Maybe this is a good thing!" Jim suggested, taking his girlfriend's hand. "Who knows? Maybe, with time, the Heartstone here will be able to take care of Trollmarket again."

"Ever the optimist." Pecking Jim on the cheek, her eyes did have a sparkle of hope, even if she had her doubts. "That would be nice."

"You know what would really be nice?" Blinky piped up from the vehicle, dragging along suitcases, "Help with this luggage!"

The couple looked to the door, quickly going over to assist. "Sorry, Blinky!" Jim said, taking some of the bags from him. "Just excited to get going, you know?"

The troll chuckled. "Your enthusiasm is infectious, Master Jim!" His load now lifted, Blinky now could put all his focus into trying to get out the door. The contraption attached to him to protect him from the sun - basically a bouquet of umbrellas - made it almost impossible. "Agh, blasted thing-! Who thought it was a good idea to strap all these spares on the back?"

"That 'blasted thing' is going to keep you from turning to stone, Blinky." Claire smirked, moving to help him him out the door. "Can't all have magic walk-in-daylight Vendel stones to put in magical amulets."

"Ah, yes, well, Master Jim is just lucky that I suggested Tobias mail it to him!" Blinky pointed out, but clearly in a playful manner.

"Oh thank you, great and wise Blinkous, where would I be without you and the miraculous services of the post office?" Jim added a dramatic knightly bow to the statement, and all three of them cracked up.

"Turned to stone twenty times over, I bet! –Ah! Finally!" Much to their patient bus driver's relief, Blinky at last got through those doors without breaking anything. With said vehicle now driving off into the distance, the Trollhunter trio could now give all of their attention to their hometown.

"Say…" Blinky spoke up again, looking around with his plenitude of eyes. "Was Tobias not supposed to meet us here by now?"

"Yeah, he's usually pretty punctual…" And from the sounds of him over the phone, he sounded incredibly excited to see them, so Jim couldn't imagine why he wouldn't be here.

"Well, it's not like we don't know our way around! Let's just head to his house and maybe we'll bump into him on the way?" Claire suggested, to which the others agreed. They didn't get very far, though, before Jim's phone went off.

Weird that Steve's calling…. At this point, Jim was starting to think something's up…

He answered the phone.

"Hey, Steve. What's going on?"

Since Claire and Blinky couldn't hear the voice through Jim's phone, they were stuck going off facial expressions. And oh, boy…. what a ride that was. Jim's face went from neutral, to confused, to complete shock in the span of about three seconds.

Jim cursed under his breath, at least giving Steve a quick thanks before hanging up in a rush and then turning to his friends in a discomposed state. "It's Angor Rot!"

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Luckily, Toby found what he was looking for. Whether that was good luck or bad luck was still up in the air.

Leaves dappled in the wind without a care in the world. Soft sunlight shimmering through tree branches, not enough so to completely break through the shade, but enough to make it dangerous for a troll.

Even for this troll. Who shouldn't even be here, might Toby add…

But here he was, clear as day. Angor Rot lay before Toby, completely unconscious, but… completely alive and intact. And out of the Shadow Realm. Did Toby mention he's out of the Shadow Realm? Because he is, and that could be a BIG no-no.

All things considered, it was fair enough that Toby felt the need to keep his warhammer pointed at this former enemy. It felt like literally anything could happen right now, and good ol' Domzalski here didn't fancy being on the receiving end of some kind of super assassin sucker punch to the face. He must've jumped ten feet in the air when his phone started to ring. Toby blindly fumbled for it with his one free hand because he didn't want to take eyes off of Angor for even a millisecond.

"Heyyy Jimbooo…." Toby awkwardly greeted after seeing the caller ID, "Got a bit of a situation…"

"I heard. Steve caught me up." Blinky, Claire and Jim were all moving as fast as they could, making their way to Toby. "Are you okay?"

"Never better, never better! You know me, always down to hang with half-conscious super-magical morally-grey serial killers, you know how it is." Toby laughed back nervously.

"Just hang in there, we'll be there soon."

The red-haired one's voice got higher with nervousness. "Uhhh better make that fast, because I thiiink he might be waking up."

"What?!" Even if Jim wanted to trust Angor Rot, he couldn't trust the unpredictability of him. "Did you at least restrain him or something?"

"Uuuuhhhhhh…"

"Toby!" In frustration and worry he snapped his phone shut, turning his head to look to Blinky and Claire. "I'm going on ahead! Get there as soon as you can!"

It's just as well. Jim was quicker and more agile, he could get there faster. As soon as he saw the nod of affirmation from Claire that they understood, and some sort of wheezy gasp from Blinky that was probably in agreement, the Trollhunter bounded into the trees, leaping from branch to branch.

He prayed he'd find Toby in one piece. Both of them in one piece, preferably.

Bursting into the clearing with about all the grace of a lead slinky, Jim drew his sword just in case of a fight, eyes speedily scouring the clearing for the first sign of trouble….

But, what he saw instead…

His best friend, unmoving, warhammer in hand to retaliate against any sort of threat… and one glowing, golden eye, completely still in the shadows of one tall tower of an oak tree. Very still, until it saw Jim. It was the subtlest of movements, yet somehow so overt, how Angor's gaze locked onto Jim. The quiescent troll spoke in a low, neutral rumble.

"Trollhunter."

Jim's grip on his sword tightened… then loosened.

He doesn't seem hostile. Right now, at least…. but something else about him also seemed off. To Jim, it was almost like Angor put off the vibe of a lost… well, he definitely wouldn't say "child", but….

Jim put away his sword, the gesture bringing a trace of incredulity to the look in that golden eye. "Angor Rot." Jim greeted back, his confusion about the whole situation still pretty obvious. "It's a… surprise to see you?"

What neither Jim nor Toby were expecting was that dark, hollow laugh he responded with. "The feeling is mutual." The eye laid on Jim looked to Toby, then back to Jim. "Your ally is smart to keep his weapon drawn. Why have you done away with yours?"

"…. Hey, Tobes…." Jim looked to his friend. "Put that away, would you?"

"Uhhhh, but…! Are you sure that's a good idea?" Toby squeaked back. "I mean come on Jimbo, he just said I'm smart to have it out! Doesn't sound very peaceful of him!"

"Trust me," was all Jim replied with, taking a step towards Angor.

Even if he wasn't here peacefully, it didn't matter much. They have the upper hand no matter which way this is spun: Angor can't really do much without risking getting in sunlight, it's two against one and with more reinforcements coming, and the troll assassin really seems to be out of sorts after who-knows-what happened to him… but even none of that mattered. Because Jim was pretty willing to bet that there wasn't going to be a fight at all.

Angor looked even more surprised for a second, maybe even a little suspicious, especially when Toby obliged to Jim's request. His eye narrowed, but Jim spoke before he could.

"What happened to you?" The next thing he asked was even more surprising. "Are you okay?"

'Are you okay'. What kind of a question is that. He's supposed to be dead. He was dead. He was in the Shadow Realm, and now he's here, he doesn't know why, he hardly knows how. What defines okay in this situation?

Jim was at least perceptive enough to take the silence as an 'I don't know'. He stepped closer, almost under the shade of the tree, despite Toby's worried noises and Angor's eye narrowing. The troll looked a little skeptical.

Jim tried again to get something out of him. "Did you-"

"I HAVE DWARKSTONES AND I'M NOT AFRAID TO USE THEM!"

Interrupted by that shout, Jim whipped around to see none other than Blinkous Galadrigal barging through the trees, wielding active Dwarkstones in each hand. A peeved Claire was quick to follow, black-bladed Naginata drawn from the sheath on her back. "Blinky! I thought we agreed on not blowing people up!"

"Too late!" Blinky raised one of the stones as if to give it a haphazard throw, but Jim moving to block him from a clear shot of Angor Rot got him to halt.

"Blinky!" Jim scolded. "Get rid of those!"

"Errrr…" So when Blinky said 'too late', he meant that they were already on their way to exploding, so uuuhhh….

He chucked all the stones in some random direction. The Trollhunters all shielded their eyes from the boom, as Angor just watched in mild disbelief as there was now a crater in the forest floor and first of all, why does the blue one have so many Dwarkstones, and second of all, what a waste of Dwarkstones, and third of all, he kind of wishes he could be dead again instead of dealing with any of this today.

Claire, while definitely not on board with getting covered in exploded troll remains (and also murder) again, she was still cautious, keeping her drawn weapon pointed in Angor's direction as she went over to Toby. "What have you guys found out?"

"Not much?" Toby wished he could offer more of an explanation, but he just couldn't. "The guy's barely spoken."

"And what about it?" Blinky spoke up next. "Who says he can even be trusted? Look at him! Last time we saw him he was dead and in the Shadow Realm!"

"Guys…" Jim moved from his spot near Angor Rot to get closer to his friends, lowering his voice. "I don't think treating him like we're going to blow him up at a moment's notice is the right approach."

"I understand, Master Jim, but we can't just forget everything he's done!"

"Blinky does have a point…" Toby had to agree.

It was a fair reaction. They had every right to be wary of him, especially with what happened to Aaarrrgghh, but…

"We also can't forget that he literally died helping us." Jim pointed out back at them. "Losing his soul seriously messed him up, we can agree on that, right? But he has it back, and when he went out, it was on our side. I'd like to keep him on our side, wouldn't you?"

They all traded looks of uncertainty, yet understanding. Tactically speaking, that would probably be a good idea. Nobody could deny that there were benefits here that could be reaped.

"But the question still remains, how did he get here?" Claire asked out loud.

Deep down, she knew what the answer had to be. They all did. But nobody wanted to admit it.

"This had to be Morgana."Jim finally said. Everybody fell silent at that. "Nobody wants to say it, but there's no other possible answer."

It was like a tornado of dread just hit them all out of nowhere. The silence that overtook them was so grim….

Nobody wanted to admit it. But they had to.

Claire, after a deep breath that broke the silence, was the next to speak. "But why now?" She cast a side glance at Angor, whom had taken to chipping away at some fallen piece of bark with his knife, then looked back to the group. "Why this?"

"Well, that's what I'm trying to find out-"

"If it is answers you are looking for…" Angor's voice interrupted Jim's, startling them - they thought they were talking quietly enough so their words wouldn't be made out, but apparently not. "…. you will not get them from me."

The Trollhunters turned to look at Angor, who had not looked up from his carving. "I haven't any idea what the Pale Lady is planning, nor do I know how or why She brought me back." His steely gold eye then focused on the Trollhunters. "This time, I'm just as in the dark as you are."

Oh… Can't really say he's surprised, but Jim still found that a little discouraging….

There must have been a shift in the clouds, because more light started drifting into their clearing with almost no warning. Jim looked first to Blinky out of concern, mostly out of habit, but he was fine since they sun-proofed him. His attention quickly shifted to Angor.

The assassin hardly even glanced at how the edge of his shade was decreasing before going back to his carving all nonchalant as if that wasn't cause for alarm. And maybe it wasn't, considering there was still enough for him, but…

"… Hey Blinky, can I borrow one of your spare umbrellas?"

"… Well… I suppose…." With care, Blinky reached back and pulled one of the closed spares off his ensemble. When Jim walked over to get it, Blinky hesitated in giving it to him. With concern flooding his eyes, he stared at his student. "Master Jim, are you sure about this? He's hurt so many of us, tormented you…"

"Look, I'm not saying I trust him." Jim extended his hand. "But I think he's worth at least giving a second chance."

To that, Blinky took a minute to think, mulling it over… but, he did end up placing the umbrella in Jim's hand. Jim smiled, grateful for the trust. Then he headed back to Angor.

That deep-aurous eye glanced at Jim with the same lack of concern as it did to the faltering shade earlier. He said nothing, knowing that if the Trollhunter had something to say, he'd say it.

Jim said nothing, though. He just held out the umbrella, an offering.

Angor stared at it blankly.

"…. Oh!" Of course, stupid, he'd have to open it first… In a few quick seconds, Jim had the umbrella popped open, and held it out again.

The realization hit Angor. But he continued just staring, not making any moves for the thing.

Jim was starting to feel a little awkward in this situation.

"You're supposed to stand under it!" Toby called over, as if the thousands-of-thousands years-old troll couldn't figure that out.

"… You're taking quite a gamble, Trollhunter." Angor finally spoke,that voice of his low and bemused.

"Well, hey." Jim shrugged, smiling casually at him. "Call me Albert Lamorisse, because I do have a tendency to take risks."

"….. I don't know who that is."

"Ah. Right." Stepping a little closer, Jim held the umbrella out further. "So you want this or not?" He asked. "Beats standing under a tree all day."

"Master Jim…" Blinky quavered, only worrying more the closer Jim got.

Jim sighed. He turned to the others, standing tall despite the heavy seriousness that overtook his voice. "Look. If we'll be dealing with more of Her, we are going to need Angor Rot." He turned to face Angor again. "If you're willing to. You want to forget about Morgana and just go your own way, I'd understand. I'll give this to you either way." He extended the umbrella out to Angor. "But we'd be grateful to have you."

He hardly noticed, but he had walked right into the shade with Angor. Or, if he did notice, he didn't seem to care.

Angor actually seemed like Jim caught him off-guard. He looked… surprised? Confused? …. Relieved?

'If you're willing to'.

That was what threw him off. He'd been so used to being used again and again over thousands of years… but now, he's being given a choice.

Just like he had a choice at the Eternal Night. All because of this peculiar little Trollhunter.

A choice to be like he used to be again, even if he's forgotten so much of who that was.

Angor Rot put down his carving, and accepted the umbrella from Jim. The two shared a look of understanding, and Jim smiled again. "Thank you." He said quietly, sincerely. The both of them stepped out from beneath the tree, and Claire was the next to get closer, feeling a little more at ease now. About Angor, at least…

"So there's nothing you can tell us about Morgana…?" She asked.

"Only that She's grown stronger," was Angor's grim answer. "She revived me from the dead, and brought me here. For what reasons, I do not know, but the fact that She is capable of such things while trapped in such a place speaks volumes."

Just the kind of thing nobody wanted to hear.

There's no way in which this ends well, is there?

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Hardly anyone spoke a word on the walk back to town. There was so much that could be said, but what should be said? If anything at all?

This was so tense… so much to take in….

Today wasn't supposed to be like this. Magical duties aside, today was supposed to at least have their reuniting be a happy event. But instead, they're stuck with this train wreck of a doomsday time bomb, with no idea when it's going to go off.

Toby will be damned if he lets today continue going so terribly. The future might all go to shit, but he's going to enjoy seeing his friends again no matter what that stupid witch lady does.

"Hey!" He piped up suddenly, getting everyone's attention. "My nana made the best cookies ever and they're probably going cold! And Aaarrrgghh's been expecting us for like an hour now!"

He half expected that attempt at uplifting the mood up to fail, considering everything, but his friends's faces lit up like fireflies when they heard Aaarrrgghh's name, and who doesn't like cookies? They knew Toby was trying to cheer everyone up, and they were all for it.

"That sounds great, Tobes!" Jim beamed, ready for a well-deserved break.

"I hope you have some dirty socks for these cookie-unappreciative guys, though!" Claire teased, playfully ribbing both Jim and Blinky.

"Oh, you know I do!" Toby grinned, shooting finger guns at them all.

Angor watched quietly as they all laughed with each other, making plans to meet up at the red-haired-one's dwellings, it seems. Looking around, the troll took a second to refamiliarize himself with these surroundings, then started to head off to where he remembered the closest entrance to the sewers was.

"Hey! Where you going?" Toby called after him, stopping him in his tracks. "My house is the other way!"

"I…." Angor's head tilted to the side, confused. "Should I not be finding somewhere else to bide for now? Something tells me my presence wouldn't be so… readily accepted."

"Heeeck no, dude, you're coming with us." Insisted Toby, gesturing for him to come back. With a small smirk, he added, "After all, 'should we not' be keeping our eyes on you for now?"

…. Well, that's a fair statement.

The troll shrugged slightly, then went back to following the others.

"Though, I do have a question."

"Shoot." Toby said, ready to answer.

"What exactly are 'cookies'?"