More gold came reigning down from the tower, and jewels amongst them. Elsewhere in the fortress, from different parts of the wall, even in the noble district, gold was tossed down, and the villagers were whipped up into a frenzy. The streets were littered with it. Gold, and silver, and red ruby jewels, all thrown on the ground as though they were worth less than old rags.
In the height of despair and even death, the villagers and the soldiers still could not keep themselves from rushing for it. More than half of the group of soldiers that had been set to deal with the Hobgoblin had reached to grab a coin themselves. Those slight fractions of seconds were all the Hobgoblin needed. Despite the gashes to its back, the brief respite seemed to be allowing it to recover, and it wreaked even more havoc.
"Oh Gods above…" Lord Feltan moaned, his head in his hand. "They've got us! They've completely got us!"
