Late at night, the goblins tell a tale to their children.

They tell of the strong goblin miners, and how one day those who went too deep in the mine never came back.

They tell of the wise goblin soothsayers who went to investigate this strange matter, and who also vanished without a trace.

They tell of the powerful goblin warlords who went in arrogance to the depths of the mines, and who have yet to return.

They tell of the dark silence where there was once the sound of hammers and picks – a silence broken only by a faint, maniacal cackling.

Late at night, the goblins tell a tale to their children.

A tale about me.