Logi kicked Tor squarely in the chest, sending the older goblin stumbling backward and crashing into several others who were already sprawled across the ground.
The fifteen Ashmork artisans had been surrounded by a growing crowd of kobolds, their bodies pressed together as they tried to protect themselves from the stones being hurled at them.
Several kobolds held rocks as large as their fists, their faces twisted with anger and resentment as memories of the Ashmork raid resurfaced. Tor raised both hands defensively, desperately trying to explain himself, but the noise from the crowd drowned out almost everything he said.
"Did you stinking bastards think for a moment that we have forgotten your sins?!" Logi snarled as he picked up a stone and hurled it at Tor.
