Daelan POV
"Don't ask," I say, cutting Korin off before he even gets the chance to open his mouth. I know that look—the one he gets when he's about to make some smartass remark. And right now, I'm in no mood to entertain him, I just want to go home.
Instead, I keep walking, the blue-skinned goblin trailing after me like a lost shadow. His tiny footsteps barely make a sound against the frozen ground, but his presence is impossible to ignore. What the fuck am I supposed to do with him?
The snow has completely buried the unfortunate men we left behind in the dungeon. Their corpses will freeze solid, entombed in ice. A fitting end. I don't spare them another glance.
Once the porters finish loading the last of the loot, we set off. But instead of heading straight back, I take a detour—because there's a C-class goblin dungeon under Morne's control, and that's where I plan to dump this little bastard.