Ancalagon
Dusty Dragon
Lal let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, and looked at Harb. This was the right thing to do.
There would be a moment, he hoped, that the hobbed goblins were made to pay for the mayhem and deaths their invasion had triggered through the region. There hadn't been a need for any of this... Perhaps it was why he was here? Ha, an agent of justice, him a simple mendicant? ... but life was strange, wasn't it.
"Well done" he told Flint- "you said everything with a simple image. If you want, I can show you how to use that axe... but perhaps out of sight of our new neighbors."
There would be a moment, he hoped, that the hobbed goblins were made to pay for the mayhem and deaths their invasion had triggered through the region. There hadn't been a need for any of this... Perhaps it was why he was here? Ha, an agent of justice, him a simple mendicant? ... but life was strange, wasn't it.
"Well done" he told Flint- "you said everything with a simple image. If you want, I can show you how to use that axe... but perhaps out of sight of our new neighbors."