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As might be expected the goblins were quite reluctant to help in a plan against their master, even if Nibbit might be strong enough to win, and it made sense, if they got caught there was little doubt they would end up dead, or worse considering it was a powerful necromancer they were fighting against, however the deal Nibbit offered, freedom for cooperation, was seemingly enough to change their minds, they could refuse to help, be stuck in this prison forever and likely die when the master found them, or maybe die by helping Nibbit and then get to run away if things went badly... And honestly, the goblins liked Nibbit's confidence! He seemed like he could actually win, like they could get revenge for what the Master had done to the goblin tribes since his appearance.
And so, after a moment to figure out what to do in a handshake, Nibbit had secured their aid, and despite what many people seemed to believe, goblins tended to keep their deals.
Though quite uncomfortable the three of them managed to hide within their carts, covered in dirt and bones, it was claustrophobic, smelled like death and their only way to breathe was small pipes made from Dry reeds that Hasuki had found.
They would be there for over an hour and a half, during which Hasuki had entered some sort of meditation and Mimir... Was shaking like a leaf, barely holding back the level of panic she had when the poachers first abducted the herd... Was it at all possible that... Mimir might be claustrophobic? Even as a Wabbit, the others had small burrows that they would sleep in at night, while she didn't, preferring to stay above ground, maybe under a tree if it was raining.
Whether she did or didn't it was certainly unusual for a Wabbit.
Finally they received the signal that everything was clear, and using her powerful legs Mimir practically flew out of the cart, brushing dirt off of herself and shaking her ears and tail clean.
Hasuki made a much slower exit as she too cleaned the bones and dirt off of herself.
"Ugh... My nose..."
She whined, covering her face with her arm.
"This smell is way too strong..."
They had come out in a room filled to the roof in some places with bones and embalmed corpses, most of the intact corpses were goblins but a few were other races, there was even a couple of elves there, this necromancer and his goblins had been quite busy indeed!
Though judging from the stone, they were in the castle, though any windows were covered up by bone piles.
This close though Nibbit could sense magic, there were three large sources, one large source surrounded by many smaller ones, and two others a bit higher up in the castle, his ears could pick up on footsteps... But not many, it seemed that goblins were not allowed in most of the castle.
And so, after a moment to figure out what to do in a handshake, Nibbit had secured their aid, and despite what many people seemed to believe, goblins tended to keep their deals.
Though quite uncomfortable the three of them managed to hide within their carts, covered in dirt and bones, it was claustrophobic, smelled like death and their only way to breathe was small pipes made from Dry reeds that Hasuki had found.
They would be there for over an hour and a half, during which Hasuki had entered some sort of meditation and Mimir... Was shaking like a leaf, barely holding back the level of panic she had when the poachers first abducted the herd... Was it at all possible that... Mimir might be claustrophobic? Even as a Wabbit, the others had small burrows that they would sleep in at night, while she didn't, preferring to stay above ground, maybe under a tree if it was raining.
Whether she did or didn't it was certainly unusual for a Wabbit.
Finally they received the signal that everything was clear, and using her powerful legs Mimir practically flew out of the cart, brushing dirt off of herself and shaking her ears and tail clean.
Hasuki made a much slower exit as she too cleaned the bones and dirt off of herself.
"Ugh... My nose..."
She whined, covering her face with her arm.
"This smell is way too strong..."
They had come out in a room filled to the roof in some places with bones and embalmed corpses, most of the intact corpses were goblins but a few were other races, there was even a couple of elves there, this necromancer and his goblins had been quite busy indeed!
Though judging from the stone, they were in the castle, though any windows were covered up by bone piles.
This close though Nibbit could sense magic, there were three large sources, one large source surrounded by many smaller ones, and two others a bit higher up in the castle, his ears could pick up on footsteps... But not many, it seemed that goblins were not allowed in most of the castle.