The five-day march was about to come to an end, war was a nasty business, so it came as no surprise that personal hygiene was something none of the goblins within this thousand-man army gave a damn about. Jorgen had much to say about being the one responsible for leading this charge, the army was larger though, three thousand goblins and hobgoblins in all, and he was left commanding the forward guard while the other larger enemy goes around in an attempt to flank the so called idiot that calls himself the Bone King.