The Watcher of Tiros looked over her world and saw it was good.

  Well, “good” might have been a slight stretch, but it was certainly ok.

  By this point the goblins in their cave system had developed routines and lives. The kobolds who met them were being kind and generous in their trade offers. The rest of Owonyan was too busy rebuilding after the earthquake to care, which meant the rest of the world hadn't noticed the goblins yet.

  Overall, a fairly decent introduction of a new species to her world.

  Bonnie found it interesting that the kobolds never questioned the goblins speaking the same language as them. Granted, this was a world with only one language, but still. To her, small dragon people shouldn't expect to speak the same language as a previously-undiscovered race of small goblinoids. After all, language was already evolving differently in different countries. Not enough people were noticing yet, but in a hundred years a country catgirl would have difficulty understanding a city elf.

  She wondered if the goblins would have evolved their language significantly differently if they’d had a decade or two of isolation instead of however long they were going to get.

  The tunnel system they inhabited was vast enough that it would take several months for someone from outside to go through it all. The goblins in the center and those in caves at dead ends would have time to develop their own words for certain things.

  Bonnie wondered if she should send one of her Chosen to explore the caves. Make it an official Church mission for the outside world to get to know the new race.

  Of course, that would require someone who took meticulous notes. Someone who kept a diary or something. And if that someone, or group of someones, happened to already be traveling, that would be a bonus.

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  Bonnie checked the locations of her Chosen Ones, and summoned Luke to the Void. As always, he quickly realized where he was and looked resigned.

  “Hello, oh Chosen One, I have a great and noble mission for you,” she announced.

  “Pass.”

  “And you will enjoy it,” she added sternly.

  Luke rolled his eyes. “What do you want me to do?”

  “Spread word of my beauty and greatness to a newly discovered race on your world.”

  He gave her a judging look. “If you’re in charge of the whole planet, shouldn't they already know how awesome and pretty you are?”

  “Wow, you managed that with only a slight amount of sarcasm, thank you,” she said with a grin, patting him between his fuzzy blue ears. “But yes; they already know. I want them to know that they haven't been forgotten by me. As soon as you’re done visiting Echo, I want you to go to a specific place and enter an underground cave system. Just wander East, saying hi to everyone, and eventually you’ll end up in Owonyan again.”

  “Goblins?” Luke asked. “Not hobgoblins?”

  “No. Goblins are basically subterranean, fairy-sized hobgoblins. They have a lot in common with kobolds,” Bonnie explained.

  “All right,” he said thoughtfully. “We won't get to Winner for another two months or so, though.”

  “That’s fine,” she shrugged. “It’ll give them time to hear about an outside world existing. That way your appearance won't be such a shock.”

  Luke nodded. “I'll let the group know.”

  “Good! I’ll give you and Maeve more details when you get to Winner. Where precisely to go and all that,” she promised.

  He nodded again. “Anything else?”

  She grinned. “Yes. Once a week I’d like you to go into a church and show how pious and humble you are.”

  “No,” was his flat reply.

  “Worth a shot.” With a snap of her fingers, he was gone.