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Reshy simply grumbled and rubbed his scuffs and injuries as he sat up. The words ‘traitor’ and ‘coward’ might as well have fallen on deaf ears because they held no impact to the young goblin in any regards.

He didn’t hide his wounds nor did he cry about them, he didn’t jump up, run or hide. He just sat there and awaited the elder. Yelping and kicking at him if need be.

Regardless of what he may have been, Reshy was a goblin, a child goblin at that, and the only thing more prevalent than his self serving nature was his curiosity. So again, he kicked the elder in the back with his good leg.
Blood still trickling down the other.

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