What Gnoston told us along the way about the secrets of the capital of Artoxon rendered us speechless. And awestruck.
Long ago to counter the invasion of the dark elves Bifitz followed the chosen strategy of Artoxon to hide the capital from them. The ancient goblin, having observed in his youth turtles retracting their heads within their shells, took that idea and designed mechanisms to lower his underground city even further underground. Making it thereby invisible.
And once the danger from the elves was past, the city again was raised to its normal level.
But a different strategy was implemented against the incursion of Gilgorgon. The citizens were evacuated into the stronghold surrounding Artoxon’s apartments, and the city (and Bifitz’s palace) were left in place as a trap for Gilgorgon and his dwarves.
(Hence why Gnoston was told he was too late to enter).
Once Gilgorgon arrived and all were in the capital, it sunk down, entrapping them.
All at once we understood everything. Why we could not find the capital- and why Gilgorgon was no where to be found.
Merlin’s remark – “Astounding,” said it all.
At the wizard’s prodding I took out my scroll and wrote a hasty note to the High Fairy requesting help.