“He asked me who I was and where I came from, and I told him. The goblins haven’t forgotten the way of this world, and my name means something to him, enough that he offered me sanctuary in Goblin City.” My head snaps toward her, but she ignores my reaction, her tone unchanging with her calm delivery. “I told him that it’s my fate to stay with you and that I wished to take the milk thistle.
