Giant brown primitive goblins

“Shut up you idiot. Can’t your brain processed the we fell into a trap,” Ignacio ridiculed Bjorn.

“Why is everywhere dark?” Monroe said.

“My god, you are the one on top of me. Why are you so heavy?” Odegaard Isaksen strained to lament.

“Quit the whining,” Dunk commanded. “Ignacio, did you see the bottom of the ditch?”

Excited gibberish noise echoed in the space. Joaquin roared in pain.

“Hurry up with any plan. I can’t hold much longer.”

The brown primitive goblins had landed on the Swan’s embrace and they battered it with their clubs and other weapons.

Ignacio replied Dunk, “Yes I saw the bottom of the ditch. A lot of impalements embedded there and they were able to injure Joaquin.”

“Joaquin on the count of three, I want you to open your wings. Don’t worry about us,” Dunk instructed

“Wait, what? How will we survive the impalements?” Bjorn worriedly asked