In the middle of the hot day, under the pretence of hunting in the wood, Frigs and Pabs, along with several armoured and armed guards, set out on their horses. They found their way to the place they were heading, a forest one or two kilometres away from the city.
A thick forest, with barely any sun going past the small gaps of leaves on the tall trees with roots as big as an adult human's arm. The group of them masterfully controlled themselves around the place and went deeper and deeper and deeper.
Frigs had his suspicion at first, thinking that he might have been betrayed by Pabs, but it soon turned out to be untrue as they have arrived. A hut standing straight behind a formation of rocks that surrounded the place, giving it protection from threats and sights alike.
Pabs took a deep breath in front of the hut and Frigs noticed, 'I hope those old goblins are not as bad as what Pabs told me,'
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