"We'd best keep two torches running, but I can't be carrying this," the goblin stated, stretching the torch out for someone else to hold it.
OOC:
Having two torches would allow examining large spaces more efficiently, but Borgo needs his two hands free. If someone else can carry it, good. If not, we'll douse the torch to save it for later.
Squatting quietly in the warmth of the torchlight, the goblin spoke again.
"My old master, Dr Pavosan, used to say that there were warlocks and witches who'd learned the artifice of transforming their bodies into a fine mist; Wish we'd had that power so we could examine the top of the anvil," the goblin mused, looking longingly at the top of the massive structure.
"He used to say that his own Master, the celebrated Ringalt, had used such dweomers to learn about the functioning of the lungs of large beasts, visiting their innards as a misty surgeon might," he concluded his rather rambling explanations of the extraordinary things the great scholars of the University had been capable of in times long past.
Standing up and stretching slightly, the spry goblin added.
"Strike the anvil if you wish, but let us not tarry here any longer than we must."
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