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Torrent was mildly confused by the entire exchange before she became rather irritated with these goblins. And, [I]of course[/I], there were goblins everywhere. And they just wanted to use her and her friends for some kind of goblin war.

Fucking goblins.

As they prepared to leave, however, she spoke up, maintaining her stealth.

[Color=3684c0]"Rattleskull is dead. We killed him. He was weak and didn't know his place."[/color]

Her piece said, she watched them leave, keeping herself alert for any sign of changed behavior.

Once they were out of earshot, she spoke to her friends.

[Color=3684c0]"Either we go with them tomorrow, or we leave. This place isn't safe anymore if we're not going with them."[/color] Her tone displayed her irritation at the situation. Between the mountain exploding bastard and these goblins, this was no longer a safe haven like she had wanted it to be. [Color=3684c0]"I'll defer to you all in what we do. But I don't want to be used by people who aren't my friends."[/color]

She scooped at some dirt in front of their little hideout, making a small trench of sorts to vent some of her frustrations.

[Color=3684c0]"I need more heads,"[/color] she grumbled to herself, reflecting on her experiment before she was rudely interrupted by the goblins.