By mutual agreement we kept our discussions brief. For our part we wanted to be off as soon as possible back on the Low-way. And the dwarves too wanted us gone – having us down in the source of their riches made them very nervous. (Really, its opulence was overwhelming. Gold and precious stones adorned everything. And knowing the propensity of fairies to such attractions…).
Artoxon, hesitant at first about allying with elves, was won over when we explained that these elves were the opposites of the dark elves and in fact were called elves of the light. But when Rumble mentioned that our other allies to the rear were goblins, we could see the hackles rise on the back of his neck.
To say he was hot under the collar was an understatement. It took the combined efforts of Dunfallon and myself to cool him down and the idea from Noralei to have the goblins make a treaty to limit themselves to the land that no one will name.
I included a statement in my next message to the High Fairy to see to all these details.
With peace once again restored, Artoxon assigned us two guides – Fliget and Gnoston.
In their care we set out for the Low-way of the dwarves – and for the ancient passage that connects it to the mountain of Gilgorgon’s dwarfish kingdom.