As we left, I finally paid attention to the place properly.
The pond Zarah and Talia had washed in was actually inside the clan's territory, sitting near the northeastern edge.
It was tucked behind a cluster of tall, thick-rooted trees whose branches formed a natural canopy overhead.
A slow underground spring fed the pool, keeping the water clear and shallow, and judging from the buckets stacked nearby, this was where the goblins usually bathed, cooked, and sometimes gathered water for washing tools.
A small, practical sanctuary hidden in plain sight.
We made our way to Talia's quarters next.
Her tent sat between the storage shed and the crafting yard where Bundi and his workers spent most of their time hammering, cutting, and arguing about measurements.
It was close enough to the materials for her to work efficiently, but far enough that she wasn't in the way of heavy construction.
Inside, the tent looked nothing like the usual goblin mess.
