The sun was just beginning to rise over the twisted peaks of the goblin fortress. Mikhailis walked among the other goblins, keeping his posture casual, his eyes half-lidded with an air of disinterest—a perfect mimicry of the relaxed goblin persona he had cultivated. Around him, goblins prepared for their daily routines, readying weapons and tools for hunting and scouting. Their chattering echoed throughout the rough stone walls, carrying a lazy enthusiasm for what seemed to them like just another day.
The goblin fortress, for all its crude construction, was bustling with activity. Mikhailis moved along with the flow of bodies, his mind racing with the plan he'd been putting into motion for the past few days. He weaved between the groups, pretending to look busy while his sharp eyes scanned the area for what he needed.
