"Uh," Harriet said vaguely, staring at the signpost through the fog, which was thick enough that the top of said post was difficult to see. The road only crossed once, leading off in four directions, but there were at minimum a dozen arrows on the post, pointing off in every direction. One said Green Laurel, or so she assumed, based on a rather goblin-y sort of script painted in green that might have been "laurel" or just "laundry". The rest were marked with words that, if one squinted, could have been cities... cities she knew, or had travelled to for business, but which were nowhere near here at all.
Guffin pushed past her, taking the road which sloped rather uphill, which was mostly in the direction of the sign which might have been Green Laurel.
"Are you sure that's the correct way?" Harriet asked.
"Yeah," the goblin answered confidently. "Says so right on the sign. Those all point directly as the crow flies, but the road has to kind of wander up and down the foothills so it's actually walkable... and I don't think either one of us wants to go off road."
"What are the other signs, then?" the elf challenged.
"High Mountain, where I can assume you came from," the goblin listed off, pointing off in the rough direction. "Edisto Port, Savannah Port, Myrtle Beach on the coast. Atalanta City, out that way in the flatlands. Fire Valley, Spider Mountain, Wizard's Cove, up north. New Yonder, Kansas City, Tornado Alley out in the far reaches; we just keep those there for reference."
They hadn't really stopped, just slowed down, and were counting off on their fingers in a complex back-and-forth pattern. Harriet was reeling a bit... how did these back-woods goblin creatures know what New Yonder even was? Besides it being a major hub of culture, magic, and inter-dimensional travel, of course, but it was still easily a thousand army-hours north, not even counting the mountains.
"How..." she began, but didn't really continue, just kept putting one boot in front of the other, and following the clanking bag with the strange pointed green-grey ears just showing above it.
"There's a train track out of Green Laurel," Guffin explained. "We don't all stay here all the time."
A train! So the city would be the correct choice, after all. A train would speed up the mission, and even be a quick escape back to at least somewhat near High Mountain when the real chosen one had been found, even if the mountains would have to be crossed on foot.
Overhead, the fog slowly cleared away, letting the first real beams of sunlight down to the gravel road.