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And then, as the [Brave Friends] spent their time regrouping, recovering, and rethinking their decisions within proximity of the Guillotine Shrine, Zogi made his move.

He was an intelligent goblin, after all. He knew just how deadly the sacred relic within this particular chamber was, one that could automatically decapitate all adventurers within, so long as they stayed here long enough. And with the naga currently dutifully tending to the fire, with his boys all still exhausted from their ventures to the outdoors, the goblin knew too, that he ought to be the only one to make a smart, tactical decision, one that could save them ALL the trouble of having to fight these monstrous children head-on.

He needed to be a distraction!

[b]"Gobo gobo, gobo grakko!"[/b]

A pot-bellied greenskin with a gleaming, straight-as-an-arrow nose stepped into the chamber, one bone-knife strapped to either side of his loincloth. His yellow eyes looked down upon the Brave Friends, even though his meager stature forced him to physically look up at them, while his lip curled out into a grimace of sheer disgust. One gnarled finger pointed at the heroic youth at the forefront, before Zogi begin to spring back and forth, jumping this way and that, his goblin-ish grunts and calls being almost musical in nature as he threw down to the best of his ability. Back step, cross step, arm switch, forward dive, elbow prop, windmill!

This goblin, outta the blue, was [i]dancing[/i]?

Yes...dancing for as long as it would take for these kids to remain transfixed in their befuddlement at this completely alien behavior! And so long as they were transfixed, the reaper's blade will fall and end their miserable lives!