Diary, C.M. Pine
June 13, 2012
The children here are a wonder. The things they say and do remind me of a way of thinking I have lost with time. It makes me wonder how I must sound to those far wiser than I. Still, it has not been all wonderful. Yesterday three of them went missing. We checked within the walls of the school carefully, but found none of them. A boy tipped us off that they had decided to go hiking in the woods surrounding the school and we instantly became frightened. While the children have lived in the woods their whole lives, and are thus competent woodsmen, we received a recent report that goblins have begun to live not at all far from us.
A small party was sent out to search for them, mostly soldiers. I, and many of the other students who would gladly have gone searching for them, were told to stay and take care of the others. It was agonizing, but we could do nothing. Goblins do not have a kind reputation in dealing with foreigners of any kind. I shudder to think what would happen to the children if they got into their hands.
Luckily for all of us, there were a few trackers in the woods looking for signs of the Goblins. They stumbled across the group of children and quickly brought them back to us. Garrel gave them all a sound reprimanding before sending them to the kitchens for some food. I do not think they know what they have done, and yet I know none of them will attempt a similar venture. Perhaps it is better that they do not. It will help them to sleep better not knowing the horrors that might have awaited them.