Osbert looked at what they had and what they were leaving, and was quiet for a while. Then he said: "This is a lot of treasure. We will kick off a gold rush. All the adventurers will come seeking treasure and the city of gold." This, you will remember, from the man who stood at the edge of a tar pit only days before and declared it no city of gold. Xavravio did not look up from the box he was emptying. "The jungle will take care of them."

Sigwulf and Xavravio were not unconscious. That was the cruelty of it. The paralysis takes the body and leaves everything else. They could not move. They could not cry out. They could not close their eyes. They lay in the wet grass in a fog with no edges and felt every bite, and they could hear, somewhere close and impossibly far away, Azech and Osbert fighting to reach them.

He came down through the trees the way a landslide comes down a hill. Limbs as thick as a man snapped like kindling, and for a moment it rained: leaves and splinters and broken branches and whatever had been living in them, crashing down all around the company.

Every so often there is a fight in which the steel will not land, and this was one. The goblins were small and low and fast in the moving light, and the company's blades went over them, past them, into the dirt. Azech missed. Sigwulf missed. Xavravio fired his pistol at point-blank range, close enough to singe, and missed, and then missed again with his rapier. Even Osbert, after that first kill, could not find another.

Dwellers of the Forbidden Isle — Session One, Part One As recorded by the Lantern of the Thirteenth Word I see many things. Not all of them with my eyes. A great many are reported to me — by sailors and smugglers, by fortune-seekers, by men who come back from the interior with fewer companions than they left with and a pressing need to tell someone. A great many more reach me by other means, and those means are — well. It is enough for you to know that I know them.

Dwellers of the Forbidden Isle — Session One, Part Two As recorded by the Lantern of the Thirteenth Word I see many things. Some of them I have already told you. When last I left them, the company was two days beyond the Wall.