Ebony stared at the improvised Frost Goblin citadel, fear in her eyes.
"(This is shit… How do they have numbers like this? There are so many I can barely count their presences… There have to be over a hundred, easily…)"
The blonde and her elderly companion stood atop a hill at the entrance of a rocky passage they had emerged from.
Carefully, the girl began making her way down, trying not to make noise and hiding behind rocks, until she reached a poorly built stone house and managed to conceal herself behind its walls.
"Psst, old man, hurry up," the blonde whispered.
As the soldier followed, he glanced sideways at the path leading toward the center of the citadel.
Once both were behind the house, they began moving to survey the terrain, speaking as quietly as possible.
"Hey, girl… Where are you planning to go? Why are we sneaking into the city like thieves?" the old soldier muttered.
