"Okay, Mikhailis. I guess this is not the time to hold back."
Mikhailis took in the enormity of the fortress before him, his small goblin eyes squinting to take in all the details. The walls were high, cobbled together from stone blocks that looked like they had stood through ages past. But it wasn't just the sheer size that overwhelmed him; it was the people. The prisoners—humans, elves, halflings—all in desperate conditions, huddled together in the filthy cells. Most of them were women, many of them naked, shivering, and covered in bruises, a testament to the cruel treatment they had received. He clenched his small goblin hands into fists, anger simmering beneath his rough green skin.
This is... Perhaps something that could be deemed as naturalf or the ecosystem, but looking at people getting treated like this...
