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[h3][color=834df1]Phardax the Ebon[/color][/h3][/center][/color]
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Phardax was not amused. 

He had chosen the Goblins as his slaves because they could see the in the dark spaces of the world, and he knew as any dark elf would that they were loyal when cowed. He kept his flame whip on him every moment he could, and though they were digging well, they hadn't the tools to truly work as he had hoped. Perhaps further in they could find more resources, but as it were they simply had some abandoned picks and shovels left behind from a precursor who had long since fled the cave. 

Admittedly, Phardax wished for pleasant company. The prisoner would do nicely, of course. But he trusted no one else with this little project. He smirked when one of the goblins dropped a small amount of ore, having made them create a pile upon the left as he watched from a perched position when he wasn't striding amongst them. 

"[color=834df1]Keep moving fool, lest I end you with hellfire![/color]" He snapped, and he cackled when the goblin scrambled up, picked up the load he had dropped and sprinted like he had a dragon on his heels. As he watched, he noticed that Goblin was an outlier. Most had performed well, so far. 

Perhaps these Goblins were making good time compared to what he had initially thought. He raised a manicured hand and two Goblins leaped over to their dark overlord. He ordered they fetch the prisoner, and to bring back some food and drink. He had filled himself from the spoils of the previous day, but he still felt a bit peckish.