Mikhailis shifted uncomfortably in his goblin body, his wiry green limbs feeling unnatural and awkward. The crude goblin language continued around him, the goblin captain barking commands like a toddler but with a much more terrifying voice. The words were short, harsh, and completely devoid of any formality—it grated on his nerves.
How did I end up here, surrounded by these brutes? He sighed inwardly, sneaking glances at the other goblins around him. The goblin captain, with his makeshift helmet barely hanging onto his head, jabbed a clawed finger towards a group of captives—the humans, halflings, and elves huddled together. The prisoners looked exhausted, their clothes ragged, expressions hollow. Among them, Mikhailis could see the young elven woman he'd seen earlier, her eyes sharp even in her tiredness. The goblin captain growled, shoving Mikhailis towards the prisoners.
"You... take prisoners. Go... main base. Now."
