My head is in a whirl about all the things discussed in our meeting. The weight of the task ahead of us is almost suffocating. It makes me grateful that I will not be going alone.
Much of the time in the meeting was taken up by Glossom in which he explained the relationship the goblins had with the Land of Plenty before it became the Land of Darkness. The goblins with their dragons used to spend whole seasons upon its towering mountains, hunting wild game and living off the land’s bounty. Then the change came. And the mountains became pits growing ever deeper and at the last becoming one vast well.
During the transition they had encounters with an entity – one that kept to the shadows and only attacked from ambush.
At that point Glossom turned to Gibley and told him and us that Gorbin, Gibley’s father took it upon himself to hunt down their tormentor. And Glossom was witness to their encounter in which his brother and his dragon were consumed in a dark conflagration out of whose ashes rose a large black bird.
“And that is why we (he said this more to Gilbley than to us) have never been back.”
Dunfallon immediately went to Gibley’s side as the tears filled his blinking eyes.
Out of the heaviness Merlin wisely adjourned our meeting and called for us to reconvene this evening.