Death in the Highlands
My Goblin companion, Frizz Cranklespank, and I had successfully comandeered a ship from the Blackwater Pirates. There were only ten of them on duty that day and they fell silently to our blades as we pulled anchor and set sail.
The passage to Fenrir’s Cove was uneventful, for which I was grateful. Frizz and I took shifts over the course of our three day voyage, never in sight of any other vessel on the open seas. I was suitably impressed with his shiphandling abilities. He worked the sails like a seasoned …

