Chapter Thirteen

Gerth was angry. It was not an uncommon state of mind for a Goblin, as they were usually angry about something. What angered Gerth at this particular time was his own gnawing impatience. And a growing animosity toward their leader. The Goblin tribes had welcomed the enigmatic stranger, primarily because she had promised them power and conquest. Initial doubts had been vanquished when the magic user had demonstrated considerable talent in the Art, and promised that such powerful magic would be used to aid the Goblins in their invasion.

So the tribes had eagerly cooperated when the first assaults had been ordered. Some among the tribal elders had been wary; they were still outnumbered by the humans, and the Grenyaar had always proved to be a formidable foe. Which was why they had decided to attack their Hall, in the hope of defeating as many as possible and killing their leader. It would have been demoralizing to the Black Knights, as well as a boost to the tribes’ efforts. That had go