162: Greta von Thulenburg
We followed the stream further along the gorge, and for the time being, perhaps it was because of her drug inspired vision, Blume was being unusually quiet. We came to a patch of those moving mushroom poeple we had seen earlier. Willow tried to make friends with them and feed them some of her rations, but they were not interested. She didn’t know what they liked to eat so I suggested she might want to defecate for them. We continued and a little further along the gorge a column of rock had fallen and was partly blocking our way. And there was a picture of that bipedal bird man on it. And here, the goblin’s defensive gantries above the gorge ended, so we guessed this was the end of goblin territory. Willow fetched a mushroom man to show it the picture, but it didn’t react. So we walked past the column and on through the gorge, now without the protection of the goblins. And as the light was fading we were looking out for a sheltered spot to make camp. We did find one, but there were ...