The dim torchlight flickered inside the cramped cave room deep in the mine. The air was thick with the smell of damp stone, sweat, and fear. Drekk stood still, arms crossed, his small goblin feet planted firm on the rocky floor. His claws rested at his sides, calm and ready. Across from him, Vrognut leaned against the wall, his goblin body relaxed, almost lazy.
His green skin glistened under the light, and his sharp teeth curved up in a calm smile. He picked at a piece of dried meat stuck between his teeth, not a care in the world. Drekk stared at Vrognut with hard eyes.
"This is bad," Drekk said, his voice low so no one outside could hear.
"Really bad. The goblins are scared. They know what you did." Drekk added.
Vrognut shrugged, his shoulders moving easily.
"Know what? That I ate a few weak ones? So what? It made the rest stronger." Vrognut didn't care about the fate of these goblins if anything, he was here for a single reason.
