In the eyrie black of the Goblin’s nest, where light and goodness struggle against the force of an indomitable will, something stirs.
Then, piercing the quiet of the night as though personally wronged by its peace, there is laughter.
𝙃𝙖𝙃𝙖𝙃𝙖𝙃𝘼𝙃𝙖𝙃𝙖𝙃𝙖𝙃𝘼 .ᐟ