With the little goblin leading the party, traveling to the goblin base was much smoother.
They did not have to waste time gathering clues to confirm their direction, and anytime the goblin grew uncooperative, Eliron had a few words of 'encouragement' for it.
Soon, they arrived by the side of a large river with crystal-clear water rich with fish.
Eliron was strolling by the side of the river as they advanced. He glanced at the beautiful water, watching as the waves slowly brushed by.
Then his lips parted as he asked Artie a question. "Legally, who owns these forests?"
Artie thought about it for a few seconds, then she slowly shook her head. "Centuries ago, the entire forest belonged to the wood elves. During that time, our numbers were far greater and there were many more tribes."
"I was not a witness to it, but according to the elders, the high elves grew conceited."
She paused briefly, then motioned at the forest.
