Amiri lifts her boot from the goblin’s throat.
“Gogmurt…” it croaks, “Gogmurt sent us!”
They are in the foothills surrounding Thistletop, the mountain home of the goblins.
Seelah shades her eyes and scans the skyline. “That weird goblin druid has made his lair up there somewhere,” she says.
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