Walking along the dark paths of the dungeon, the goblin queen's eyes glowed a bloody crimson. Making her way back to the minotaur king's room, her mind was filled with worries, but more than that she felt frustrated by being surrounded by idiots.
'One's a slut the other an abomination to all monsters.' Despite being a monster herself, her sense of superiority towards her race was second to none. 'If only the king didn't appear out of nowhere, we would've taken over this place by now!'
Curling her fingers into her palms, she could feel her sharp nails digging into her flesh, yet the frustration of it all had her care not the least for any momentary pain. Passing by a small field of stalactites over a dark corner, she heard a pair of footsteps followed by the long echoes of water dripping down from the ceiling.
"Who's there?" She yelled in a commanding voice.