"The Curious Case of the Missing Eggs - Lookout in the Mountains" by Dave Cripps

'Are we there yet?' complained the wizard. Then, realising that he sounded like a petulant child added, 'It's getting dark and I don't really need to be caught out here with my robe up... so to speak.' He cleared his throat noisily to cover his embarrassment.

'Oh aye Merlin,' called out Jeff from the front of the small caravan, 'Look there's the river like an' the pass beyond,' indicating the whole vista with a sweep of a stumpy arm.

'Aye Merlin look,' chipped in Duncan, quite unnecessarily, 'there's the old Lookout tower, be nice and comfy in there the night.' He grinned with the look of someone just about to sneeze.

'Duncan's right. Best get there before night fall like,' called Jeff. The rest of his words lost as his pony seemed to shrink before the wizards' eyes though he realised that it was walking down a rather steep gradient. Whatever he said next was swallowed up by the Gorse bushes between them.

'What's he say?

'Best be there before nightfall Merlin, 'cos the goblins'll be out foraging the night', relayed Duncan.

'Goblins man?' put in the blond elf, whom the wizard though might be called Golgleaf or something like that though he had never found out since he never said much except to the other elf. Whose name was definitely Blackarrow, or perhaps Blackhawk.

'You never said anything about goblins, bach?' Goldleaf accused Duncan.

'Aye well you never asked did ya lanky?' retorted Duncan, a little too abrasively for the wizard's liking. The two, elf and dwarf, gave each other a withering look before turning away to scan the horizon.

With a sigh the wizard consoled himself that at least while in his pay they won't be killing each other. Hopefully, he added to himself.