"What do you mean?" Throgg asked. He leaned against the hearth, his massive body soaking up heat from the wood stove. "I don't understand 'touched.'"
"She talked to people who weren't there," the woman claimed. "Not ghosts or anything like that. She claimed people existed on another plane from us; separate, not like us. She said they had extra dimensions. It was impossible to sort out."
"We're looking for her, old mother," Throgg said. "I owe your Miranda a debt. She is being hunted. She may not even know us for friends."
The elderly woman looked to the Gilnean, who merely nodded and confirmed, "I vouch for them."
"She'll be hiding in Darkshire," the old woman said. She handed a bundle to Lolegolas. Once it was in his hand, the woman unwrapped it. "This is the restored Archeus, once wielded by Mor'Ladim. Her father won it. If you show it to her, she will know you as a friend."