This entry is being scrawled as I sit under the awning of the pavilion that resides in a semi-hidden grove west of Crossings. Fall showers have caught me far from any other shelter. My reluctance to venture out comes less from the desire to stay dry (one has to swim to get to and from this grove), but from a weariness that sprang up suddenly within me. It is Revelfae, and this hour always has me missing Aesry. In truth I am also missing Damaria, who has ventured away on a meditative quest of her own for the next ten-day or so. There is nothing worse than a myopic moper, so I will quickly skip over any self pity for your sake, good Reader.

Instead, I will open this brief entry on that scourge of the farms west of Crossings: the goblin. Like any common variety garden mole, the Field Goblin is a very troublesome pest. Unlike the mole, however, the Field Goblin poses more than a danger to the crops; it is a threat to the farmers and any passing adventurers it happens upon. Any strong show of force by a skillful opponent will have these cowardly creatures shrieking for the hills.

The common Field Goblin is little bigger than a dwarf and seems to be more intent on self-preservation than on posing a threat to the Crossings. Having heard of all the fiercer varieties that have been troubling Crossings proper, I believe the Field Goblin is actually the runt of the tribe that has been kicked out to fend on its own. With no appreciable skills beyond the ability to discern who is a life-threat, the Field Goblin is reduced to the level of a scavenger. The two I managed to tackle held a few dirty coins and a carefully wrapped honey cake. I had to chuckle and wonder at what poor farmer's wife had set it on the windowsill to cool, only to have it disappear.

Before you discount the Goblin as a threat, Good Reader, I leave you with this to ponder: Somewhere there is a pit that breeds these creatures on a regular basis. If we are only seeing the dregs of the results...in what dank hole is the dark force is slowly building its strength? We have had a taste of the goblin's diversity in recent attacks upon the city, attacks rumored to have been slaving runs. If these diminutive creatures are becoming organized, the living races may be faced with a threat greater than the Gorbesh by sake of sheer numbers.

Enough of my doomsaying. I have a feeling anything I write this rainy night would end with a darker twist. So I will fight the urge to prophetize further and take my rest within the Pavilion here. The peace is palpable within its canvas walls, and I will wrap myself in this aura hopefully to find untroubled sleep. It does not come easily at times.

Until next, Good Reader...