Differences in The Wandering Inn 3.26 G
- Rags sat astride the large Carn Wolf and stared up at the massive cliff face that met the edge of the forest.
She had no idea why there were here,
- so far from home.
- But Rags had known at the time that he was right.
It was just that she couldn’t stand the long days of not knowing was was going on!
- The assembled tribes needed an ally in their war against the Goblin Lord,
- Elite Goblins mounted on Carn Wolves tore into the unguarded backs of the Goblin Lord’s forces,
causing havoc while Hobs strode next to their smaller Kin,
- besieging the bewildered Goblin force from behind.
- He raised his voice.
Rags saw Goblin’s heads turn as he spoke loudly.
- Garen gestured to the sky.
- Garen had told her nothing.
But who could she ask.
- Telling other Chieftains she couldn’t command Garen was as good as shooting herself with her black crossbow,
- letting the sharp tufts stick out of his mouth.
He had a handful of the green needles and as Rags watched,
shoved some more into his mouth.
- But the Gold Stone Chieftain just chewed determinedly,
grinding the touch fibers into mush.
- trying to figure out how to ask her question concisely.
She could speak in the Human or rather,
- common tongue,
- lighting the way.
Lanterns hung from rough hemp rope or strapped to lengths of wood dangled off of balconies,
- sputtering with the cheap animal fat oil.
- fat as he was.
But his huge head as was intent as he stared at her .
- Rags shuddered as she saw his crimson eyes looking towards her,
- She had to reply back,
teach his arrogant Chieftian who the real leader was.
I fought with the Goblin King ten years ago.
When he called,
I answered and I rode with his armies!
- I have seen his face.
- and then thunder rang out as hundreds,
thousands of voice shouted out.
- Rags realized the throne room,
- Countless Goblins were tearing at food,
eating in groups of alone –
- as alone as you could get in such a crowded room anyways –
- sat in the chair across from Garen.
He was holding some kind of crude mead in his heads—no doubt made in this very mountain—and laughing at her.
The other Hob waited until the fist close to his face before he lashed out.
- He leaned back and kicked the other Goblin in the chest.
- insultingly stupid.
The table was fine—but she took it anyways and took as much food as she could reach,
- standing on the table much to Tremborag’s amusement.
- former Gold-rank adventurer and Chieftain.
And a Chieftain who ruled over an actual place,
- who claimed to be Great Chieftain among Goblins and spoke and acted like a Human.