Chapter 51

  Garuke

  Flies buzzed through the rotten air.

  Blood baked in the morning sun.

  Two small, tired goblins stood in the sad remains of a camp.

  Rickety palisade, half falling down.

  Beside them, a six foot six gray humanoid.

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  Powerfully built but lean, black ponytail running down the center of his head.

  Wearing leather armor, with a simple wooden club hanging by each hip.

  “Eak ana baon kun rues?” He asked in a smooth baritone.

  The little goblins squawked and put their heads back down.

  Ponytail turned and yelled at the two other members of his kind, “Ba, gelluk onro. Bao gellar et gurro!”

  A shorter, wider one with a wild mane of red hair and green skin grunted and left the camp.

  Large two handed axe strapped to his back.

  The other had feathers woven into his braided hair, and face paint on his brownish skin.

  He held a long bow and had a short sword on his hip.

  He gave a sharp nod in return, and slipped into the trees.

  He looked at the two squirming goblins, “Ba tret!”

  They scurried off, tripping over each other.

  Ponytail grunted and looked back up at the scattered goblin bodies, landing on Gob Cleaver.

  A low questioning grumble escaped his throat.