Chapter 06: Elara Windrider

The night was thick with darkness as the four goblin headsmen approached the Misty Hollow Inn. The moon was hidden behind a blanket of clouds, and not a single star dared to shine on the sinister mission unfolding below. The goblins moved silently, their grotesque forms blending into the shadows as they crept closer to the human hostel. Snarltooth had chosen his most trusted and capable underlings for this task, knowing that failure was not an option.

Drakkor, the warrior, led the way, his sharp eyes scanning the area for any signs of life. Behind him, Fiznak, the shaman, muttered incantations under his breath, his gnarled fingers twitching as he prepared to cast a spell of concealment. Gloomshank, the sorcerer, clutched a dark crystal in one hand, his mind already racing with the possibilities of what they could do once inside. Rukthar, the overseer, brought up the rear, his short stature and quick movements allowing him to slip easily through the underbrush.