As morning's first light stretched over the horizon, one man sat outside. He was on the back of an uncovered wagon. His gaze was constantly cast to the northwest, toward the town of Abydah in the distance, then reeled back in with a hint of despair
At the same time, two guard posts were swapped out at the closed gate just meters away.
"It's still early," one of the fresh guards yawned.
His counterpart laughed and added, "Yeah, and that goblin's too green. Only lv. 13? Is he really a goblin?"
The molekin seated on the wagon spared the two guards a glance… He didn't speak.
"Ahh, come on Young Master Aakur. Don't be like that," the teasing guard remarked. "I'm just saying what we're all thinking. Aren't I?"
"True! Being lv. 13 sucks!"
That bellowing voice pulled in everyone's attention to the town road. Four figures were jogging toward them, proving one point that baffled everyone present.
The goblin was fast!