“Goblins!” Aeron declared, recognizing the crude workmanship of the arrow shafts.
“Now?” Melia exclaimed in confusion. It was still daylight! Then she realised nightfall was not far away and, if the goblins crippled or killed their horses, they would be forced to escape the Gorge on foot. They could not hope to get far enough away before the goblins tracked them down, most likely in large numbers.
Melia's horse, a grey mare, had taken the worst of the enemy's marksmanship. The animal was on its haunches and was breaths away from succumbing completely to her injuries. Wasting no time, Aeron grabbed Melia's hand and pulled her towards his horse, aware their survival rested in putting as much distance between themselves and the goblins as possible, then carrying out their assault from the s
