Jeada keeps her word

Waking at dawn you find Jeada is now warily sitting on the other side of the room from you, a parchment scroll layed out before her that she examines over a steaming cup of liquid, "Ah, Minion. Thank you for agreeing to our little trade, I feel much more like my self. It was odd, like a haze over my vision that made my will weak and my mind slow, except to rut like a beast." She takes a sip of her drink, "This is the map of the different roosts within our borders, much like this one. Normally, there are more than just a matron to look after a roost, but with things the way they are, the Queen has gathered the bulk of our nest mates and headed for the barrier." Jeada seems rather dour as she examines the map once more.

"What is causing such madness amongst the harpies? There must be a reason." Jeada marks a few points on the map with a piece of ink dipped feather, "This is where I know she was last seen, but the plan was to move through the steam plains and push out into the dwarven foothills." Pointing out the two marked spots, one to the north west, and the next straight north from that, "As for what the cause of our intense mating season, well... It makes no sense to me. We had a healthy number of chicks last season without this complication. Maybe it is some kind of magic? Being cast through the barrier by the mages of the allied kingdoms to cause us to break with the Dark master."

"Minion knows nothing of magic, only that the Master created me with magic." You furrow your brow, "How would we catch them if we cannot fly. They are already massing at the barrier." Jeada looks you over, and reaches inside her dress to draw out a small pendant, "May I inspect you? It is a simple process that we use to identify any of our number that can use magic." She holds up the pendant, "All you have to do is give me a drop of blood, and this pendant will tell us if you are capable, and how capable you are." You nod in agreement, taking a small needle from the desk to prick the tip of your thumb. Blood beads and then drips onto the outstretched pendant.

Jeada flinches back, the pendant glowing hot like a coal straight from the forge. Its teardrop shape distorts and flattens, forming a small warhammer that is an exact replica of your own weapon. The wood of the table sizzles as the pendant begins to burn its way through, "Pick it up! before it burns a hole in my table! It should be safe!" Deciding to trust her, you scoop the pendant up in your clawed hand. It pulses with your heartbeat, still glowing orange as if it were some how never going to cool, "That proves it then. He may not have been keen on telling you what you were able to do. Elemental fire burns within you, as though you are tapped directly to a great repository of power."

You raise our brow, tucking the amulet beneath your jerkin, "Still does not answer question. How will we get to the Queen before she can shatter the barrier?" Your goblin brethren are shifting uncomfortably, the revelation that you are not only a superior goblin, but gifted with magical potency making them uneasy, "Well, you could take a glider, or you could let me teach you what I know about fire magic. It is not much, but it might help you withstand the steam plains."