Every day you have passed the arched doorway, buried in the middle of a squat block of soot stained brick buildings. You never noticed that the wrought iron gate that bars the arch is ajar. You go over to it and push. Inside is a sunny meadow that seems far from the city streets you had been walking upon. There are tents set up and a fair seems to be in progress. You walk among the tents and see, its a busy marketplace, but there is something odd here. Everything being sold is nothing you have ever seen before. And the patrons. Not one do you see that is human.
You have stumbled upon the Goblin Market.
Take care, weak human. Here your life might be forfeit.
You have stumbled upon the Goblin Market.
Take care, weak human. Here your life might be forfeit.
