Morazzt the Mound shambles after Bommel, if not without difficulty in terms of keeping that pace (the little guy is quick!), wondering, in the meantime, wherever Impigo could have went after turning into his nice bird form. I'm Morazzt the Mound. Morazzt the Mound tells the guards, pleased to meet them instead for the time being. I'm WitH hIM. Morazzt the Mound adds, pointing a thick vine in Bommel's general direction.