Goblin Diaries, Vol 31: Udo Falls
2 nd day of Ice Moon, 1219 th Year, Human Age of Magic … I’ve gotten used to riding on the back of Erin’s horse, and I must admit we’ve been making better time since she insisted we travel thus. Yesterday, the trail we’ve been following made a westward turn away from the desert and ascended into the mountains proper, so I suppose I should be grateful to be relieved of a strenuous climb. Still, I’d prefer to be on foot. A goblin’s sense of connection to the world begins at the soles of his feet, as the saying goes, and I am no exception. But I’ve held myself back from expressing any displeasure to Erin. In fact, I’ve become increasingly aware of the disparity between the extent of her kindness to me and how little I am contributing as a traveling companion. She has not only saved my life and offered to safely convey me to the East Road, but she continues to provide food for both of us from her hunting and does most of the cooking, too. Honestly, I’m becoming a little uncom...