Chapter 1 The dust of the Broken Hills was the goblin’s constant companion. It coated their rough, greenish-grey skin, settled in the folds of their large, pointed ears, and gritted between their sharp, yellowed teeth. For the Shadowfang tribe, like all goblin tribes in Eldoria, dust was life – a sign of movement, of evasion, of the ceaseless, grinding effort to survive. Skitter, a young goblin, barely