Mikhailis leaned against the rough stone wall, staring out into the sprawling chaos of the goblin fortress. The dim light flickered as torches lined the stone paths, casting a strange orange glow on the crumbling walls and swarming goblins below. The fortress was a buzzing hive of activity—goblins shouting orders, prisoners being dragged from one chamber to another, and the occasional growl from the hobgoblin guards. His goblin disguise allowed him to blend in, though it did little to ease the discomfort in his limbs.
Alright, let's see what we're dealing with here... Mikhailis thought to himself, his goblin eyes narrowing as he studied the eastern portion of the fortress where he was stationed.
