Finally the food and ale were exhausted. Casting sad glances at the empty sacks and barrels, an elder goblin s

Finally the food and ale were exhausted. Casting sad glances at the empty sacks and barrels, an elder goblin sighed and started a speech about how he remembered the happy old times when they were full, but no one seemed to be listening. As the old goblin rambled on, another goblin, slurring his words, invited us to the next party in their village, and (after many false starts) gave us directions on how to reach it — a dubious honor, indeed, but a useful bit of information! After that, the sodden merry-goes stumbled away, burping and licking their fingers happily.