We came upon an even greater mystery today. Artoxon’s capital was not where it should have been. It was not anywhere at all. Neither the gates to the city nor Bifitz’s palace were evident from its junction with the Low-way of the dwarves.
Merlin covered the area testing for any hint of enchantment. And found none.
Rumble walked about with his hands stretched out in front of his face, expecting to bump into buildings turned invisible. But met with nothing.
At the last we regrouped to discuss what to do next. Not knowing what had happened made any decisions blind ones. In the end we opted to continue on to the goblin outpost. It was closer than the other dwarf stronghold city, and I was looking forward to seeing any living being, even a goblin.