I lit my hooded lamp and cast its light down the hallway.
I can’t see in the dark and the space beyond the door was dark. She opened the door and peeked around it. I thought about saying it again but decided against making Lyrie mad. “Can we go now, or do you want to say wait, again?” Lyrie asked. The dead goblin fell to the floor revealing a word carved into the stone, “Ashaddalon.” I conjured a Mage Hand and grabbed the spear and pulled it out. “I think it is because of the spear,” I said. Gumdrop glared at me as I stood back up and dusted off my vest and pantaloons. It flew right over me and landed on Zylena’s shoulder. I screamed and hit the deck to avoid its talons. Just then Gumdrop flapped his way into the round room. “They were obviously here at one time,” Lyrie said as she pointed at the bodies. “And this might not be where the goblins are.” “I’m just saying that seems odd,” I said. Then it hit me and I asked out loud, “Why would the goblins leave their dead lying around if this is the entrance that they use all the time?”īoth Lyrie and Zylena shrugged and looked at me. Lyrie deduced that one of the doors was used more often than the other. Three of the four were sprawled out on the floor and the fourth was pinned to the wall with a spear. I was impressed, that was something Herlock Shomes could’ve deduced. We poked around the bodies to try and find some clues. The goblins had been dead for quite some time.
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