But then, he was a goblin. A red-haired goblin, which meant he needed human victims to retain his power. That explained why he was killing, but not why he’d appeared in the middle of the city, instead of picking people off at the outskirts.
This is what Trei had fought. An enemy that didn’t even notice an arrow wound. Trei failed to stop him, because of course he had. He’d never stood a chance. He was lucky the goblin didn’t kill him as well, for the offense of standing in his way if nothing else. Now this powerful being had attacked another citizen of Running Water. And would probably keep doing so, unless stopped.
She knew she shouldn’t. She knew she should gather her friends and run to safety.
But, well. She and Trei were related. Maybe they both got their foolishness from the sam
