The streets were cold, and dark at this time of dusk. Many feared the hobgoblins, painting them as criminals who wait for night to commit immense treason. Yet two figures were walking on the pavements of these rather gloomy, ominous streets.
The few light sources in these streets were the buildings, the moon, streetlights, houses, and the cars driving up and down road lanes with typically bright headlights. Lest, of course, they got in an accident nearly lethal. The goblins were said to be the most reckless drivers; provided that, unfortunately, their legs were naturally short. Too short to reach for the gas and brakes. Many were forced to either refrain from driving or simply have cars specially designed for them. Not many goblins could afford the latter, sadly—so the vast majority stuck to walking.
