The wind howled as the silence creeped into the clearing, a hundred and twelve goblins stood guard as sentries, each spread all over the perimeter of the camp. But all of a sudden, the guards began to move forwards, taking slow and sure steps that were so silent and careful you would think they were the best trained assassins in all of the land, but this walk, this eventful march though didn't last long as the moment the goblins walked into the tree line the darkness itself seemed to have swallowed them. there was no sound, no squeal, no rustle and no smell of death or blood, they just disappeared and vanished into the night.