"We should go in the mountains," Albert suggested.
It wasn't something that he would have considered usually. The mountains had trolls and ogres, and even a giant in them.
But they had no money—just things they had bartered with the goblins for.
"What? The elves will put more holes in us than Granny Olga's cheese!"
Albert smiled. Man, that was one good cheese his father had purchased only for special occasions.
He claimed that if they ate it every day, they would all get fat. The cheese was not too salty or too plain.
"Think of it this way," Albert began, as he tried to think about all the wars the elves had led with the Nightshades.
"Think about it, how? My people raped an elven princess to end her line!"
Albert wouldn't be surprised if the Nightshades ended up being cannibals as well. These people deserved their genocide.
The entire world had suffered under their boot.
"If you keep your eyes from glowing red, no one will know!" Albert countered.
