The dwarves call this place the Ancient Battleground... Although the scars of battle have been erased by the passage of thousands of years. This place is said to once bear witness to the last glory of my ancestors on the earth, quarrels between brothers, betrayal, and collapse. Anyway, only happy goblins live here now.

When I see how the goblins use the huge weapons of war created by the dwarves to modify their homes and improve their lives, I'm sincerely happy for these former weapons of war. Even if the mountains are cut down by axes, and the ground is hollowed out by drills, the yearning for peace will not be shaken by any forces. In these times of war due to Aember, it is a common belief like this that unites the people.

I drank with the high priest of the goblins, an alcoholic drink made of ancient herbs that they serve to guests. We talked and drank until late at night. Aember sweeps the land with a gale of death and blood. Tonight, we will still sing tuneless praises to the sun of tomorrow, and this is how the people of Leptis live.