The voice of the goblins was walking, speaking and shaking their cell. They lost the grasp of time, waking up and falling. A simple, skimpy equipped warden was left for a night’s work.
The woman’s walk was slow and confident, with every step of a loud click of her heels. As she was nearing the end of the corridor she was seeing one of the goblins mingling bluntly with the lock, a thought of even one of them escaping swiftly raising her in the open.
The warden was heavily confused at the moment. Not so long ago she was making sure they were in cells. Of course, she made a grave mistake underestimating these little green creatures…
