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Tap-tap-tap.
"Settle down, citizens. Quiet now, please."
The scene is a huge cavern, well lit with glow orbs. Several hundred goblins are sitting cross-legged on the floor, now in well-behaved silence as they gaze dutifully up at the Scribe upon the raised dais at the head of the meeting hall.
"Brethren of Dorgesh-Kaan," the Scribe began in his usual magniloquent way, brandishing his wooden pointer as if it were a sword, "as you are entirely aware, rumours are soaring about the city that Zanik, a young goblin you are all familiar with, left the sanctuary of our caves and absconded up to the mythical surface."
The Scribe gesticulated wildly towards the voluminous ceiling above, bedecked with stalactites of every imaginable shape and hue.
"Following a twenty-three hour meeting in which the Council extrapolated in pedantic detail this unique situation we now find ourselves in, we wish to dispel any and all fantastic and trivial stories and provide you, our noble people, with the absolute and uncensored truth."
A general murmuring and muttering swelled in the great hall. They were finally going to learn the truth behind Zanik's disappearance, subsequent return, and incredible stories. Tapping the lectern once again, the Scribe leaned forwards, his deep eyes sparkling in the orb-glow.
"I now declare to you that Zanik's primary tale was true! She did find a way to the surface. She did set eyes upon the world above. The legends of a sunlit realm are absolutely true!"
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