“Ah, my friends! It seems that congratulations are in order,” he said, smiling broadly. “All indications are that you were successful in your efforts to shut down the spells.”
“That’s not all that’s in order,” Aahz said darkly, folding his arms across his chest. “I think, at this point, we’re due a few explanations. Beyond the tale you told us originally, that is.”
“But of course,” Harold said, gesturing for us to pull up chairs. “I take it that you have already determined that my story was not quite complete.”
“Let’s just say that the facts as they were presented to us don’t quite add up,” Tananda said through tight lips.
Harold nodded. “It is true that there were a few minor points that I omitted or altered slightly when I explained the situation you.”
“Why don’t you just fill us I on those points now,” Aahz said, “and let us decide for ourselves how minor they are.”
“Very well. First, perhaps things will be clearer if I admit that my name is not Harold. In truth, I am Count Bovine himself.”