Long Path, Part One

It was the next day when we could no longer avoid the goblin patrols. Gondon made a hand wave gesture, and took us back behind the last bend in the tunnel.

"Okay, no survivors."

I blinked at him; he sighed.

"There's a goblin patrol ahead, they're coming right for us. We open with throwing spikes, and then go to picks. Their morale isn't likely to break, but if it does, I'll do the chain trips. No. Survivors. No prisoners, no mercy. Got it?"

"Got it." I said.

At most, it was a skirmish. There were four of them, but none had a skill level of greater than 6 or so. I'm supposed to say there was a hitch, but there wasn't; Gondon was right, they fought to the last.

"Quickly. Check them for maps."

They had one, it clearly showed them not more than a day's sneak toward their colony. Gondon read the map and sighed. "Finally. We know where to scout to find them. If the Armingers let us do that much for them."