The goblins worshipped these nightengales as their gods, or messengers of their god. And the nightengale armor had a holy symbol on it that matched the sketches in the captains book. And the goblins had made him their chief.
So in order to find this fountain of lucky water all he had to do was order them to take him there. They took it all as a holy edict and matched out into the wild. They were headed for something called the shadow path or the shrouded way, the trail of the nightengale.
From his days with the agency he knew of nightengales. Best thieves in the world, they had unnatural luck always able to slip through unoticed. Tapping the source of that luck would lead to treasure and success beyond imagination.
It was obvious something else had been there. Traps sprung and broken, dead nightengales litter the ground and dragon bones in piles. The goblins, a superstitious lot, does in droves leaving him alone.
The leading man easily worked to the center of the temple. Though as luck would have it, there was only a dry fountain and no treasure. He searched and searched again until he found just a few drops pooled in a crack between rocks. He dipped his finger in and let the drops run down into his mouth.
A female voice strained through the chamber, "my link to the world closed when the skeleton key removed, luck has run dry. Return it to me."
Ah a quest then, perfect for the leading man.
All he needed was a clue as to who did this. As luck would have it, he saw a dagger on the ground that was just that.
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