Cerys stared, equal parts skeptical and impressed.
"Are you seriously making a—"
"A goblin, yes," he interrupted, his focus unwavering. He grabbed the mask next, securing it to the top of the makeshift frame. The mask tilted awkwardly to one side, but with a quick adjustment and a strip of rope, he stabilized it. The hollow eyes of the mask stared back at him, unsettling in the dim moonlight.
"Not bad," he muttered, wiping his brow.
"But it needs more detail." His hands moved with the precision of an artist as he reached for the frayed rope, untying strands and wrapping them around the stakes to mimic the tattered look of goblin armor. He knotted the ends carefully, ensuring they wouldn't unravel.
"What about the hands?" Cerys asked, her voice low but tense.
"Goblin King's minions had claws."
