Chapter Five
Otsoa kept his new pack tucked tightly on his lap on the boat ride back to the Branch and Vine. He waited until we had dropped down and away from the top level, then looked me in the eyes.
“All right, how bad is this, really?” He patted the bag. “They don’t give out supplies like this without a reason.”
“True.” I sighed. “I don’t know much more about goblins than what I said in there. They were Wild, they were exiled, and they’ve been underground for ages.”
“But I’ve heard stories of kids being taken by goblins in Rheste. If their city is up by the North Tower, how is that possible?”
“Probably just stories.” I shrugged. At least, that’s what I was hoping. If the goblins had a way of getting around all of Drakir without giving away where they were hiding, they may have dis
