‘But as to our present concerns, we now have a serious problem. It is apparent that we no longer hold the Library of Nith. Though we have received no word as yet, I fear that the city has fallen to Goblin hands through the machinations of the King and Prince Cir.
‘Our enemies, therefore, will now have possession of the Lore. If we do not succeed in retrieving and destroying it, then it will be woe for low and high alike.’
‘Why destroy it?’ Doc asked. ‘Why not try to regain the Lore for yourselves?’
‘Because,’ the Thane replied, ‘the knowledge contained therein strayed long ago from the path that benefitted everyone equally. There is much that must be undone, and we must find a gentler, more compassionate and respectful Lore to replace the monster we created.
‘To this end, that is why the Merchant class and their mercenaries are now holed up in Mirrindale. You see, the King and Prince Cir will stop at nothing to destroy Mirrindale, and they will have a nearly impossible task in doing so. While they are away, I intend to slip through the back door, so to speak, and attempt to locate and reclaim the Lore.’
Finli, who had listened in silence, said, ‘No matter how things turn out, much will be lost that should never have been gained. It is a tragic pass that so many will die before the last chapter of this tale is written.’