Differences in The Wandering Inn 3.28 G
- Over a hundred.
Perhaps hundreds of them walked Tremborag’s halls,
- given that not all Goblins ate at the same time.
- like the Gold Stone Chieftain,
were over thirty or forty years old.
- But they looked like any other Hob—they didn’t really show their age.
- Rags nodded,
meeting the other Goblin’s gaze calmly.
- She had power too,
- Restore blood.
Not fix missing arm,
- Rags held still.
She eyed Ulvama cautiously.
- A [Shaman],
- men and women shouted orders,
and the Goblins in the trees,
saw the bulk of the defenders go to fight off the Hobs that were assaulting the west side.
- Now was the time.
Goblin archers shot at the solders.
- So did Rags.
- Rags didn’t go to the high table.
She instead ate with the Gold Stone Chieftain in a far more crowded part of the hall,
- as if she was cowed and humbled by her mistakes.
- access was restricted to those with favor.
Normal Goblins couldn’t enter,
- but more influential Goblins could access the women.
- but she didn’t do anything else.
She just ate until one of them poked her softly in the side.
- She supposed with age came experience.
He grinned at her a few times as they returned to the mountain.
- She just stared at him and wondered what she was doing wrong.
- It was too much.
She could not lose him,
- her one supporter.
It was all he asked.
- And the Gold Stone Chieftain stared at Rags,