Glossom took pity on the state of our clothing and dug out some furs – child goblin size – and soon had us clad against the cold.
The goblins were keen to return to their hunting and asked us to accompany them. But we begged off for now and chose instead to remain by the fire with Merlin.
He had a lot to tell us.
He had walked all the way here, having entered via the lands to the north of Dromadil. It took a moment to comprehend what he had just relayed to us.
Then he claimed that the cold invading our world was originating from here. This he had explained to the goblins already – but so far they were not alarmed nor even cared about it.
Dromadil has frozen over already and he fears Laguayil and the Faerie Kingdom are next.
Dunfallon piped up and said, “And my pixie burrow too?”
We all agreed that we would had to find a solution for this problem.