Small flashbacks of live feeds from goblin eradication raids popped into David's mind. He had watched these with rapture, being too weak at the time to take part in them.
He had seen what happened when the Hob was killed first. Humans thought they were the hunters, but quickly realized they were the hunted.
Teams of ten men, wiped out by small camps, with no more than twenty goblins. Grown men, fleeing in the woods, like death itself was after them, crying and pissing themselves.
He snapped back to his little sketch. Erasing the bigger pin temporarily, he scattered the small pins to the wind.
"If the Hob is dead, the goblins will flee into the woods if they feel threatened. But don't be fooled. They aren't escaping in fear. They want to split up their assailants. Goblins will absolutely have the upper hand in their environment."
David added pins of a different colour to his sketch.
