Chapter 3: Thistletop

"The stupid longshanks. She's the one behind it all," the goblin says. "Ripnugget is doing it all for her."

He shrugs at Chigaru's question. "I am bircruncher. I not know area. Just know front door."

He leads you over to another of the "doors" and carefully opens it just enough to reveal a cliff straight down. But beyond that is a small strange island in the form of a skull. On top you can see a small fort. In front you see some goblins patrolling around it along with some goblin dogs. There is a rope bridge leading to the island further to the east.

"No! No! No!" the goblin pipes up when you talk of throwing him off.

"I help you. But I'm not from here. I don't know."

He seems to think for a moment before he gets an idea. "The druid will know. Gogmurt. He has a lair to the east. He don't like to sleep inside. Just be careful of his black cat."

"What question? The one about longshanks? I saw them go inside after raid. And none have come out."

"Big black cat. Bigger than me. And yes, he is goblin druid. Very powerful. He has been with Chief Ripnugget for many moons. He'll know where to go."

You tie up the goblins securely and let the goblin you have been speaking to lead you to the goblin. He leads you to the west, past a hole in the ground where the sound of sloshing water echoes.

"The howling hole," the goblin explains.

From there it leads into a large cavern like chamber. Above, the thorny canopy grows thin enough that tiny slivers of the sky can be seen through it, while below, the ground consists of trampled dirt.

"From here we have to move carefully," the goblin whispers. "You have to pass the kennel to the north. Then you go..." he pauses and looks at his hands before rising his right arm. "...this way at the intersection and you'll find Gogmurt."