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Poisonbite was hopping around a female Redfang Hob. Badarrow recognized her as…Shineshield. The female Hob, was a [Shield Maiden]—a survivor of Garen’s last charge—had a unique class. As did many Goblins, actually. They were fewer in Goblinhome. But much stronger.
The situation was obvious to any Goblin looking, and most of the smaller Goblins were scurrying out of the way of the fight. Poisonbite, who was still growing and much shorter than Shineshield, was hopping mad.
Poisonbite’s posture indicated that she felt like she’d broken up with Shineshield. But Shineshield’s set shoulders and dour expression—and the other Goblin’s—said that she was the one who’d decided she’d had enough and Poisonbite wasn’t having it.
Poisonbite’s posture indicated that she felt like she’d broken up with Shineshield. But Shineshield’s set shoulders and dour expression—and the other Goblin’s—said that she was the one who’d decided she’d had enough and Poisonbite wasn’t having it.
They also were more prone to scenes like this. Poisonbite kept antagonizing the Redfang warrior. At last, Shineshield seemed to grow tired of Poisonbite and turned to face the wall. Poisonbite immediately tried to walk around. Look at me! Don’t you like me?
She offered him a bit of cheese as compensation. That would cut the spice, so Badarrow sat down at a bench with Snapjaw and began eating. The two ate quite happily, gossiping covertly about the breakup…right until Shineshield came over.
After a while, Badarrow paused in patting Shineshield on the back and looked up. So did the other Goblins in the eating hall. Because they heard a song. They looked up, and saw a procession of Goblins, who looped through the crowds of Goblins.
Shineshield watched them go. Poisonbite looked at her back and half of her warriors dragged her back into her seat. But that was Goblinhome. Building, growing. Remembering. To carry on, Goblins worked or laughed or cried.
Once. Right now, Rags was staring at a mountain of rubble; the Trolls were beckoning her forwards, ducking to squeeze into a smaller passage. The Goblins, led by Taganchiel and Shineshield, her top [Shaman] and [Shield Maid] in the party, looked back as they warily stepped forwards.
The Goblins were terrified; Shineshield ran back as rubble cascaded down from the mountain, and Rags waited for the entire thing to shift and bury them all…
The [Shield Maid] nodded. Her armor and shield were bright and pristine as she lit up her shield. The Redfang warrior was very grumpy; the warriors under her command moved ahead as Rags walked under the roof, panting, Taganchiel helping her walk. Shineshield had been mad ever since someone had changed her class. She was still a vicious fighter, though, so Rags had taken her.
