He shook his shaggy white-haired head. “Not at first. We wanted to live in the forests here. Our shamans sensed old magic that elves had created and left in place long ago, and we thought we might hide and build our community there, but the sasquatch were already making their homes in the mists. They were friendly to us and let us stay for a time, but they made it clear there was not room for both of us. Our work leaders knew of the nearby town and thought… what if we could convince the humans to leave and claim the place for goblins? Our shamans studied the elven mists protecting the sasquatch and thought they could weave something similar around the town to make visitors forget about it with time. It would be difficult—though so much easier if we knew a dragon.” He gazed longingly in the
