The plucky Doomling stood no taller than Kal’s knees, but his honest eyes were fixed on Kal’s. Clearly, the creature wanted to help. “I tell you what little guy: if you take me to Slumberwood, I’ll give you what’s left of my sandwich.” Kal knelt and extended his hand. But Hero didn’t understand the gesture. “What’s that?” “It’s a promise.” Kal grabbed Hero’s hand and shook him like a maraca. Hero was tickled. “I like promises.”