My name is Morgan. I’m an Archmage so don’t even think about it.
When they released me from my cage, the Divas acted like I should thank them. The little guy, Liam? Ian? He acted quite pleased with himself when he windwalked me down from the Soul Tree. Yeah. Right. It’s kind of an obvious choice.

I wasn’t feeling my best when they got me to the ground. It might have been partially the company. A hairy old dwarf, a snot-nosed kid, a couple of halflings and the “heroes”. Snore.
And I hate tall people.

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With some help from Nick Hartell, the geologist at Blue Crater Academy, we thought we’d pinpointed the site for the Fiery Sanctum. The only problem: it seemed to be at the bottom of the lake in the center of Cauldron.

I wasn’t quite feeling myself, so I’m not sure who suggested that we ask a goblin to help us out, but we talked with the leader of the goblin tribe.

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Skylar Krewis met us at the jailhouse door with a mask over his face. The smell hit me as he spoke. “It’s the goblins. They’re just so… rank. I don’t know if we’ll ever get the smell out.” I tried to smile through the stench in my nostrils. “It’s wonderful to see you, Sergeant Krewis. Is Quinlan in?”
“No, Miss Indira. These earthquakes. He’s out with a crew in the North quad.” He shook his head. “It’s not his job, but he feels this need to be in the thick of it.” I murmured agreement. Myntilly cleared her throat. “Sergeant, we’d like to see the goblins.”

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