Wooden Dragon Tower
Tal recalled how he heard about the tower. While visiting the wizard, near the coast town, his acolyte mentioned rumors of the tower. The master tended to think the stories were meant to frighten children, the young one believed there was truth in the tale. Tal knew he should be afraid, but he was comforted in this dark place. Above the door was the carved symbol of a dragon, as dragons are often included in these sorts of tales. Tal stood and stared at the image, a slight breeze passed by. Tal always enjoyed the cold, it was one of his favorite things about being away from the heat and darkness of the dungeons he grew up in.
Inside, Tal tought he heard a soft growl. Animals often occupy the abandoned spaces of men, perhaps a wolf or bear had moved in to the castle. He wiped the spider webs and moss away from the door handle and gave a hard pull. He was such a little goblin, but the door shifted a bit. Tal became energized by the movement and put all his might in to one more pull. The door slowly slid forward, until the gap was big enough for him to squeeze through, barely more than a foot wide. Tal expected darkness, but was immediately engulfed in brightness above that of the sun. He was blinded, for sure. The light faded and he was left with complete darkess. Not a single spec of light. Now what would he do? A little blind goblin isn't very useful at all. But, what was that sound? Tal's hearing was already acute, even for a goblin, but he couldn't follow it. It sounded ike it was coming from everywhere!