Mallory automatically threw a fireball at the nearest goblin. Casting ice shard when she attacked him a second time. Before she could attack another goblin, they were all down, their bodies scattered around the still burning campfire. She remained tense, ready to fight for a moment. Nothing moved.
“Hell yeah.” Brodie victory punched the air. “Goblins are so easy for gaining XP.”
Mallory grinned when she checked his stats. “Did you attack all of them?”
Brodie returned her grin. “Nearly.” He peered in a wooden cup beside the fire, sniffing it before he downed the contents.
“Brodie!” Danae dashed to his side.
Brodie made a face. “It doesn’t taste anything like the smell.”
Danae took the cup from him, cautiously smelling it. “Goblin ale.”
“It tastes like crap,” Brodie said. “Not like an
