Goblins are bad news. And this is a goblin raid.
Lightning and I conceal ourselves, trying not to be seen as the troop of goblins marches past. Goblins as tall as Kaline. Goblins as tall as Lightning and me standing on each other's shoulders. Skinny but fierce-looking goblins. Barrel-chested goblins. They are all armed to the teeth and looking for spoils. Their stench is even worse than Viscount Rossa's. They have sharp yellow eyes with black pupils. Sharp as in seeing everything. But smart? They invaded a noble elf house with beasts. Not a genius move.
Compared with elves, and us, they don't look so tough. Right?
I stay down and stay hidden for the moment and talk to Lightning. [Why would they raid an elf house? Elves have three times the strength of a human, and they're taller, with magic.]
