I waded the other way and scrambled up the slope and back onto the trail. All that remained of the bike were a few bent, broken pieces of the frame and the little flag. I walked over to pick it up. Even it was damaged, with a distinct fang mark through it.
I rubbed my face, wondering how much the bike cost—and how I would explain its utter destruction to the rental shop owners. Would they believe a horde of roving sasquatch had come out and ripped it piece from piece?
Sigrune? I caught sight of a goblin. I’m seeing if I can catch him.
Good.
Maybe something positive would come out of this.
Never mind. He disappeared.
Disappeared? From your superb tracking abilities?
I think he has the goblin version of your charm. He was definitely here, up in the branches watching the dragon inciden
