Mulch liked nice clothes no matter where and how they were obtained. Then my vision blurred and when my senses of sight returned, those black-cloaked goblins had me and my guards surrounded.”
Seeing no other prisoners, Vix assumed they were long dead. He made a choice. He carefully removed it from the shelves and opened it, flipping through the pages. The dress he currently wore was pink and must have belonged to some girl-child. The strength of a lord was little more than other goblins and their intelligence only passable in Vix’s eyes. Vix got up from the body of the shaman he sat on. They were still friends, and he still stuck up for him. Both fell to the floor. They reached a room with several cages. Those two goblins now searched the bodies for valuables. She briskly cleaned him up and left. The choices were simple, let them go, kill them, or take these potentially important prisoners to safety. Alone again, Vix left the room as well to stroll through the halls.
