They were held in damp, filthy cages. Every one of them was pale, their eyes filled with terror. Their bodies were covered in bruises and scrapes, but fortunately, it seemed they hadn't suffered any more serious harm.
This seemed to further confirm what they'd been told: the Bloodfang Tribe had abducted these young women to fulfill the special needs of "Blood Eye."
Two experienced militiamen immediately went forward to comfort them, distributing the rations and fresh water they carried.
Just then, a militiaman suddenly cried out in alarm, "Sir, in here... there's also a goblin!"
In the shadows of a corner of the dungeon, a short, green figure was trembling.
Seeing the Skeleton and the militiamen approach, it frantically waved its arms and shouted in a shrill voice, "Don't, don't come over here! I'm not a goblin! I'm a Goblin, a Goblin! Damn it, I'm a Goblin with a trade! I need to see your leader!"
