"Ready for some goblin shenanigans?" Drake whispered to Elara, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Elara sighed, a mixture of apprehension and amusement on her face. "Just try not to get us killed," she whispered back.
"Where's the fun in that?" Drake retorted, but he nodded seriously. He looked at the layout of the cavern, assessing the positions of the goblins and the shamans. "Here's the plan," he whispered. "I'll create a… diversion. You use the opportunity to sneak in and grab the Sunstone. Sound good?"
Elara considered the plan for a moment, then nodded. "It's risky, but it might work. Just… be careful."
"When am I not?" Drake said with a wink. He took a deep breath, steeling his nerves. It was time for some good old-fashioned chaos.
He stepped out onto the ledge, making sure he was visible to the goblins below. He cleared his throat and called out in a loud, clear voice, his words echoing through the cavern.
"Oi! You green little gremlins!" he shouted. "I've seen better-dressed scarecrows than you lot! And those shamans? What are those, bird feathers glued to their heads? Did a chicken explode in their wardrobe?"
The goblins below stopped their chattering and turned to look at Drake, their faces a mixture of confusion and anger. The two shamans, however, looked particularly offended. One of them, a particularly large goblin with a headdress made of what looked like crow feathers and rat skulls, stomped his foot and let out a furious shriek.
"You dare insult the great Grimgut shamans?!" he shrieked, his voice echoing through the cavern.
"Insult?" Drake said, feigning innocence. "I'm just offering some constructive criticism. You know, for your… fashion choices. That headdress, for example. It looks like a bird threw up on a rat. Not a good look, my friend. Not a good look."
The goblins below began to shout and wave their weapons, their anger reaching a fever pitch. The two shamans began chanting louder, their faces flushed with rage.
While Drake was creating his distraction, Elara quietly slipped away from the ledge and began to make her way towards the altar. She moved with a grace and stealth that Drake hadn't expected, blending into the shadows and using the goblins' commotion to cover her movements.
Drake continued his insults, keeping the goblins' attention focused on him. "And those robes!" he shouted, pointing to the shamans' tattered garments. "They look like they haven't been washed since the last ice age! You guys need to invest in some soap. Or maybe just a good fire. You know, to burn those rags."
The shamans were now hopping with rage, their faces contorted in fury. They began to cast spells, small bolts of energy shooting from their hands and striking the cave walls.
"Oh, now you're throwing tantrums?" Drake mocked. "Is someone having a bad hair day? Or maybe a bad everything day? You know, you guys are really bringing down the property values of this cave. Maybe you should consider moving. To a swamp. With other swamp things."
As the goblins' attention was completely focused on Drake, Elara reached the altar. She quickly grabbed the Sunstone, tucking it into her satchel.
*Notification: "Objective Complete: Retrieve the Sunstone."*
She then signaled to Drake, indicating that she had the artifact. Drake, seeing her signal, decided it was time to make his escape.
"Well, it's been fun, you green little maniacs," he shouted. "But I've got places to be, things to do, Gods to annoy. So, I'll be seeing you… never!"
With that, he turned and ran back along the ledge, disappearing into the darkness of the tunnel. The goblins, still enraged by his insults, gave chase, their shrieks echoing through the cavern.