You don't remember much of the conversation during the tense fight with the Goblin Master. But you do remember the Goblin mentioning a prophesy. You answer, "Some stuff about a prophesy we can't possibly stop. Dumb goblins." The wise man looks a bit confused for a moment. "That's odd, I would think that the Goblins wouldn't want the prophesy to be fulfilled. Regardless, I think you had better know what the prophesy states as it will probably dictate your actions for a while. Let me find my notes, ah! Her it is." The wise man cleared his throat and read:
"Of the 5 races, one will shake.
And in that moment, the peace shall break.
A rider of one race will take power,
And War will start within that hour.
In order for the strife to finish,
That rider's power must diminish.
one rider of each remaining race will go.
Together, they will confront the foe.
And One final battle between these five,
determines if the world will die or thrive."
The old man put down the scroll and looked back at you. This prophesy was made right after the ancient empire collapsed. It says that one rider from each race, Humans, Dwarves, Elves, Goblins, and Orcs, will confront a rouge rider from one of the race. It appears that the Goblins are the race that has "shaken", so it is logical to assume that one rider from each other race should be brought together. I know of 2 Dwarven Riders and 4 Elven riders. You are the first rider we humans have had since Marsale passed away, but I know not of any Orc riders. If the prophecy is true, there must be an Orc rider, perhaps the Orcs have kept that topic a secret, regardless, we must send word to the other races about the attack on..." Suddenly, you hear the sound of the door opening, and a tired-looking dwarf steps through. Fluffels quickly glances at the newcomer and then returns to his plate of meat, now half empty. The Dwarf turns to the old man and says, "Lord Lorson, the Goblins have besieged Rendrek. King Orlost requests aid." Lorson replies, "Why are you telling this to me? Lord Thirclor is the master of this castle." "He died in the fighting." The dwarf replies. Lorson falls in his chair with a white face. He breathes heavily for a few seconds, then replies. "Then let it be known that I will send a company of 50 men along with our Dovahkiin. I am certain the prophesy is in motion. We must gather all the Riders. and conclude it." "Thank you lord," The Dwarf replies, "I will spread the word about the gathering." The Dwarf leaves the room. Larson turns back to you and says, "Be carefull on the road. Do not let Fluffles be injured. He is not yet strong enough to fight for himself, but he should grow extremely quickly and be grown enough by the time you reach Rendrek. I say it again, be careful. Do you have any final questions for me?"