Eliron angrily sighed when he stared at the entrance to the goblin enclave—a small cave-like hole that he would have to crawl into.
If Razaki was right about the guards being at the other side, then this was the worst possible place to go through.
They would be unable to draw their swords and would be subject to the rage of the goblin guards before they could even properly move their limbs.
He looked up at the surroundings. The goblin hideout was behind a large, steep mountain that was impossible to scale, and the long river was still flowing past it.
"I hope you aren't thinking of crawling through that hell hole?" Yennefer asked, a look of slight annoyance on her face.
Eliron shook his head. "No, that is out of the options."
She frowned, her expression distraught as she thought of a possible solution.
The girls had been in the goblins' custody for quite some time now, and everyone had been worried for days.
