“I am Work Leader Nogna.”
“Good to know. Your people have been terrorizing this town and using innocent animals to scare the inhabitants. FYI, I’m not the bad guy here.”
Gondo squirmed and cried out dramatically.
I swatted Damas on the flank. Less pressure, please.
The pressure is minimal, and my claws are retracted. He’s being dramatic.
Of course we had to capture a thespian goblin.
“Let’s talk about what you’re trying to accomplish,” I said, focusing on Nogna. Instead of a bow or blowtorch, she wore a tool bag slung across her chest. Maybe that was a sign of importance among the goblins. Bows for minions, wrenches for power players.
Two of the goblins stepped in front of her, as if my attention itself was a threat, and fired bows. I tensed, prepared to spring behind the nearby bou
