Ten
The Seekers Of Lost Glory
Shadows on the road ahead aroused Kalum from his bitter memories. He pressed the brake as the shapes took form. A group of goblins, maybe ten of them, walked in the road, one of them pulling a wooden cart. “Terrific,” Kalum groaned. “More goblins.”
The creatures stopped and looked back at them as the headlights washed over them. They wore crudely cut clothing instead of the leather armor normally worn by goblins.
“I’ll handle this,” Blemm said, opening his door.
“Blemm, there are too many,” Kalum said, reaching for GOBSlayer.
“No,” Blemm said firmly. “Stay here. Your sword won’t be necessary.” The big man got out, closed the door, and walked slowly toward the goblins.
“What does he think he’s doing?” Kalum hit the steering wheel. “He can’t fight that ma
