PART TWO

Plan of Recovery

An unknowable amount of time went by before the goblin’s eyes opened to Thlothus holding smelly socks to the goblin’s nose.

“Oh good, I caught you while you’re up. Listen, I’ve got an idea for how we can get Thive a dignified burial.” Thlothus swings the old socks around to emphasize his words.

“I worked it out with Mater Gothica—oh by the way, Gretel is playing around with some new name ideas. I think I’m going to vote no on the whole dark abbess idea. I’m going to need you and Grizzle with me on this one because Glimwog is a Mater Gothica supporter.”

“Ugh my head. Dignified burial for Thive? What about Glugubrius at the graveyard?” 

“The legionaries will deal with Glugubrius—as soon as I arrive at Arx Farciorum and deliver this!”

Thlothus held up a gravy covered document.

“I may have sullied the contract.”

The goblin groaned while getting up to stand.

“I need grub.”

Thlothus threw the socks in two separate directions.

“I’m not your feeder. I have a job.” Thlothus was visibly upset that the goblin wasn’t acknowledging all his hard work. “Oh and don’t ask Glimwog—he’s busy doing his part. It’s all coming together, oh yes, the master plan. Everyone’s got a job to play. I’ll meet you back here tomorrow and we’ll go get Thive—by then the graveyard should be good for entry.”

“The monastery vegetable garden might have some roots for munching” the goblin’s thought continued. Guaranteed it would be a fun story to tell… Although, would those pigmen show hospitality or hostility? The goblins would enjoy exchanging stories of taking advantage of generosity or ragebaiting non-violent monks into breaking their vows.

Thlothus went off on his way—leaving the goblin to decide next steps. 

Yes, it’s true that there’d be food at the abbey and the goblin was famished, but there was first a necessary stop… While the abbey was northwest, the goblin went southeast — toward the Cliff of Kursi.