Mikhailis took in a deep breath, trying to calm his frantic thoughts. The sudden shift from the comfort of the guest room to the crude, awkward goblin body had left him feeling disoriented. He glanced down, staring at his clawed green hands and feeling an unsettling weight in his gut. The other goblins around him moved with a casual rhythm, chattering in their crude language. He tried to mimic their movements—low to the ground, shoulders hunched—but every nerve in his body screamed at him that he didn't belong.
No Rodion, no backup. It's just me in this stupid goblin body... Wonderful.