My Dear Friendz

|c, come ‘ere. I’s got some cleanin’ to do. Don’t worry, not in da squig nursery. Youse see before da Bloody Sun Boyz came to Eight Peaks dem Crooked Moons wuz da bosses ‘ere. Unda dem I wuz a big boss, masta o’ da squigs. Being da squig masta in a night gobbo tribe is like bein’ a big ‘un in an orc tribe. I know youse don’t understand night gobbo rulez |r. Anyways, dat’s wut I needs to clear up. Dem Crooked Moons ain’t happy dat I helped da Blooy Sun Boyz, and dey ain’t happy wif da Bloody Sun Boyz eitha. They’s plottin’ and schemin’ in dere halls. So when I see’s dem leave da hole and go out after da sun, I knows sumfing ain’t rite. Night gobbos don’t chase da sun. My lads followed ‘em to da Marshes of Madness. Ain’t nuffing gud gonna come o’ dat.

Vargit Simefoot suspects the Crooked Moon night goblins of plotting a revolt against the Bloody Sun Boyz. He spotted night goblins leaving the hold and heading west into the Marshes of Madness - which certainly is not night goblin friendly territory. Go and search for them there.