Dalia listened intently to the story Vattu had told them. The sword of Aon... What a wonder if he himself could weild it! He shook his head at such thoughts, as it would lead to longing, and then a path of destruction. He merely set as a goal, and placed it in the depths of his mind.
The Goblin King, eh? Might as well read up on that before it's time to go. As he started to turn to what he thought would be the Library, when Vattu called out.
"Hm... Let's go to the Southern Gate, Troup!" He yelled out to the rest, and started South.
'The time is upon you! For long now the goblin king Nortá has ruled the Getian Mountains with trolls and goblins at his side! And worse still was the sighting of a great dragon!' Vorrtû shouted. 'You will have to scale the mountain and face the goblin hordes that come across you! Slay the goblin king and bring back his staff! Do not try to slay the dragon unless you have no other choice! Iron is like straw to him! Bronze is like rotten wood!'