The sound of hoofbeats resounded through the quiet forest as the humans approached the goblin camp. A line of armored knights escorted a single, rich looking carriage. Well, it was adorned in a richly gesture, that is. The gleam of polished steel and the stern faces of the soldiers left no doubt about their purpose, intimidation… at least, that was what Lance perceived.
Lance stood at the entrance of the camp, flanked by Rynne and Zarra, his expression calm but his jaw tight. Behind them, the goblins watched, ready for whatever was to come next. One thing confused Lance however, and that was the presence of the carriage. 'I thought they abandoned their mounts?'
"They're making a show, aren't they?" Rynne muttered, her golden eyes narrowing. Lance could see that she was losing her temper slowly.
