Conviction

I blinked behind the troll—hand extended—grabbing the troll's shoulder, and with a pop of displaced air, we vanished, the Mooncat's jaws snapping shut on empty air.

Once again, I blinked back into the cave—this time with the injured troll in my arms.

And once again, the goblins inside jumped in surprise, scattering like startled birds.

I sighed and shook my head, already tired of this routine.

You'd think by now they'd be used to my little teleportation tricks.

But then again, nothing about me had been 'normal' to them since I arrived. Not my powers. Not my decisions. And definitely not the fact that I had saved a troll and brought it into their home.

"Seriously, guys," I muttered.

"How long is it going to take for you guys to get used to this?"

"A... a troll?" Narg stammered, taking a few cautious steps back. His hand reached for the crude dagger on his belt.