It Echoes Onward 4
The main street that ran through the village of Shelter was little more than a wide dirt path. The hos that ran along both sides of it were squat buildings with thatch roofs. The sound of people talking and the creaking of wood could be heard off in the distance. Nothing looked broken or ruined, but everything looked like it had been patched several tis.
Geralhd walked through the front door of the house where he was staying. It led into a small kitchen. Khita and Blacknail followed him. As Geralhd threw so water into a pot and lit a small fire in his stove, both his guests sat down at the table in the center of the room.
So you didnt answer before. Why are you here? Geralhd asked after he joined them a few monts later.
You owe more cheese. I dont have any left, Blacknail imdiately told him. His voice was rather intense, because he was rather upset about it.
Geralhd rolled his eyes, but before he could reply, there was a knock on the front door and soone spoke up from outside. Its , Tannin. I heard you had so guests a visiting so I decided to stop on by.
Co one in. I just put so water on for tea, Geralhd replied after letting out a deep sigh. The young man then turned and gave Blacknail a aningful look.
Be good, he told the hobgoblin.
Im always good. You humans are the ones who always ss things up. Do better, Blacknail replied dismissively. As the leader, he was the only one that got to judge peoples performances.
The front door then swung open and Tannin stepped inside. The bearded old man gave them all a polite nod of greeting. There was a friendly smile on his face and his eyes held a warm twinkle. Blacknail decided that this ant the old man wanted sothing. The hobgoblin was getting used to humans strange ways.
I see youre still alive, young lass, Tannin told Khita. A few of the others had a bet going. Most of them thought youd die or co crawling back here within a day or two. Living out in the forest is rough going for anyone, let alone a young woman.
I can take care of myself, Khita replied scornfully. I dont need anyone telling what to do, where to live, or how to survive. Tell those old hags you stuck with before to mind their own damn business. They can shove their etiquette where the sun dont shine.
Her angry words just caused Tannin to chuckle loudly and grin wider. He looked quite amused.
I take it that ans you plan on staying out in the forest for a while longer? he asked her playfully.
Yes, I do, she replied in a chilly tone.
Tannin nodded and then turned towards the cloaked hobgoblin. And I see Blacknail is being as mysterious as always. Do you ever not wear a hood?
Yes, Blacknail replied as he waited for his tea. He hoped it wasnt the bitter kind. For now, Tannin had nothing the hobgoblin wanted, so talking to him wasnt important.
Geralhd got up and pulled out a chair for Tannin, and then they both sat down. The two made small talk for a few monts, and Blacknail fought the urge to close his eyes and take a nap. When was he going to get his tea? He tried glaring at Geralhd to get his point across, but the man ignored him. He wasnt a very good minion. Blacknail was going to have to do sothing about that later.
Why dont you ask for Blacknails help? Khita suddenly asked. The use of his na caused Blacknail to focus back on what everyone was saying. He hadnt been paying attention at all, so he had no idea what they were talking about.
Does he know a lot about goblins? Tannin asked. Blacknail felt a small tingle of panic, but the man sounded friendly and curious.
I dare say, he is one of the utmost experts on the subject, Geralhd replied with obvious amusent.
I suppose he must have run into a lot of them out in the wild Green, Tannin mused aloud.
Blacknail had been about to claim complete ignorance about goblins, but since Geralhd had spoken up, he decided to go along with it. This must an important conversation. Food was probably involved.
Youre having a problem with goblins? Blacknail asked as he straightened up in his chair.
Ya, you could bloody well say that! Tannin huffed in frustration. Weve suddenly been overrun by an infestation of the little pests. Theyre getting into everything! The thieving is bad but its the destruction they leave in their wake that is the real damned problem. Theyre spoiling more food than they actually steal. Every day we lose vital supplies.
Tannin sounded and looked like he wanted to hit sothing. He was holding one hand up and was clenching it tightly into a fist. This topic was obviously making him angry. Blacknail could use that. Tannin could probably be convinced to offer a tasty reward to anyone who solved his problem.
As the old man continued to ramble on about spoiled grain, Blacknail heard a scratching noise from the far window. He looked out of the corner of his eye and noticed a green flash of movent. It was a goblin, a familiar one. Ferrar had caught up to them and was peeking in through the window.
This batch even seems smarter than usual, Tannin continued. They sniff out poison, and they even avoid all our traps! The weighted barrel trap used to catch them by the dozen, but when young Raius checked it last night it was empty. Not only that, but sohow the goblins actually managed to disarm it and make off with the bait! If I didnt know better, I would swear they were listening in on us and learning to counter our plans.
Thats silly; goblins arent that smart, Blacknail quickly agreed in a flat voice as he turned away from the goblin in the window and focused on Tannins face. He needed to focus on manipulating the foolish human.
Probably not, but sothings going on here. Do do you have any special tricks up your sleeves for dealing with the bloody things?
There is nothing up my sleeves but my human arms, but I do know so tricks, Blacknail replied carefully. He didnt want to give himself away.
There was mont of awkward silence, so Blacknail spoke up again. I usually set bait out for them and then shoot them. Have you tried that?
Blacknail had just made that up, but it was the best he could co up with on short notice, and it even sounded like it could work. When Blacknail wanted to chase goblins away he simply gave them chores. He usually never saw them again after that.
However, this idea didnt appear to appease Tanin. The old man frowned and shook his head. He opened his mouth as if to speak but Khita cut him off.
Blacknail, youre forgetting one obvious solution, she interjected.
I am not, Blacknail hissed at her. She was dumb.
You keep the wild goblins away by training other goblins to guard your stuff. Mr. Tannin could do the sa thing. There is no reason he cant. Khita shot back.
Blacknail grunted sourly. He hadnt forgotten that. It was just a really stupid thing to bring up. Was she trying to expose his true identity and ruin his plans? Probably not, she was just stupid.
Guard goblins? Tannin asked doubtfully. He didnt seem sure if Khita was joking or not, but he clearly found the idea hilarious. There was an amused grin on his bearded face.
Thats what he does, and it works, Khita replied defiantly. She then shrugged like she didnt much care what he thought, even though it was obvious she did.
As he turned towards Khita, Blacknail sighed and gave her an annoyed glare. Seriously? Why was she bringing this up? This idea was so dumb only a human could have thought of it. Tannin would never consider such a dumb plan.
My old master used to do it, Blacknail explained after turning towards Tannin. Goblins are territorial so if you take one in then it will drive the others away, but even trained goblins can be very annoying and get into trouble.
Huh, that actually doesnt sound completely unreasonable, Tannin mused as he looked off to the side contemplatively. At this point Id try almost anything, and feeding one goblin would cost us less than feeding a hundred of the gods damned despoilers.
Under his hood, both of Blacknails eyes widened from surprise. Khitas plan was so stupid it might actually work! He couldnt waste this opportunity to take advantage of how weird humans were. Letting the humans get used to goblins would suit Blacknails purposes. It would also allow him to spy on the humans without concern, although apparently it wasnt that hard. Even feral goblins could do it. Ferrar was still looking in through the window, and Blacknail had no doubt that he knew exactly what was going on.
Er, I happen to have so goblins you could borrow, Blacknail suggested. He had to press his advantage. They know so simple commands and will keep out of trouble. Geralhd and the others can help you train them, so within a few days you should see a lot less goblin thefts.
How exactly do you train goblins? Tannin asked. It sounded like he was seriously considering the idea.
Mostly you just hit them a lot and offer them food. They only get into trouble if they get hungry, Blacknail told him.
The water finally finished boiling and the shrill whistle of the kettle on the stove filled the air. As Geralhd got up and served the tea, everyone continued to discuss the goblin problem. Eventually, Tannin agreed to accept a pair of goblins from Blacknail.
With that decided, Blacknail and Khita excused themselves. Geralhd had promised to give Blacknail so cheese when they stopped by on their way out of the village, and they had finished their tea, so there was little point in sticking around. They still had to go track down Joan and ask her a few questions for Scamp and Imp.
I suppose you youngsters dont want to hang around here with an old man like , Tannin laughed as they were leaving. Although, I suppose I have no idea how old you are, Blacknail.
Er Im ten, the hobgoblin answered him. That was a good age for a human right?
Youre ten? Tannin repeated in disbelief. Uh oh, he seed suspicious. Was that too low?
Ten and a half? Blacknail suggested.
Ha ha, Blacknail is such a joker, Geralhd laughed. His laughter was awkwardly loud and there was a stiff smile on his face.
Get out of here and let talk to Tannin, he added as he motioned for Blacknail to leave. The hobgoblin imdiately did as he was told and fled.
Once outside, Blacknail and Khita headed towards where they had t Joan during their last visit, and the sound of little footsteps followed them.
They passed by a few villagers as they walked and Blacknail gave them polite nods. When they got to their destination, Joan wasnt there, so Khita went to find her while Blacknail waited.
Hello again, Mr. Blacknail. How can I help you? Joan asked when she arrived alongside a proud looking Khita. The young blonde woman was wearing a long hospun dress and there was a polite but curious expression on her face.
Blacknail didnt imdiately respond. He just stared at her blankly. What had he wanted to ask her again? Ferrar had been the one who had wanted to talk to her. He couldnt rember what the goblin had told him
Um he mumbled aloud to buy ti.
Thankfully, he didnt have long to wait. Ferrar appeared from behind the corner of a nearby building. The little goblin looked extrely excited. He practically bounced as he ran over to join the conversation.
Ask her about the color of clay matters, sotis it goes black, the goblin suggested as he grabbed Blacknails pants and looked up at the hobgoblin with wide eyes that shone with excitent.
Does the color of the clay matter? Sotis its black? Blacknail repeated uncertainly at Joan.
There was no imdiate reply. The blonde girl studied Blacknail and the goblin for several long seconds. She was squinting at them, and she seed unsure of sothing.
Is the goblin asking the question? I think thats what I just heard, she asked in disbelief.
This called for so skillful evasion of the truth.
Were both asking, Blacknail answered. He likes to talk, even if its nonsense, but you know that. He was here before.
Hmm, are you sure this is the sa goblin? It looks a little different...
Yep, he is the sa, and his na is Scamp, Blacknail replied cheerily as he nudged Ferrar with his foot. The little pest had better play along.
Im Scamp and Ive visited you before. That happened, Ferrar quickly agreed as he nodded along enthusiastically. He was a smart little pest.
How many talking goblins do you think there are? This is the sa one as before, Khita added as she laughed. Her words seed to convince Joan, although Blacknail wasnt sure why anyone would take her word over his. It was kind of insulting to be judged lower than Khita in any way....
Ferrar left Blacknails side and wandered over to Joan. The young woman continued to stare at the goblin suspiciously, but she didnt back away. Ferrar began to ask her question after question and she answered them one by one. Blacknail and Khita hung back and tried to look interested. It was hard. Making clay pottery was apparently much more complicated than Blacknail had thought.
After talking for a few minutes, Joan led Ferrar inside of a shed and showed him around. Ferrar kept up his barrage of questions as they walked past several shelves. They stopped in front of an oven for few monts and Joan opened its door to show Ferrar. Blacknail peered inside as well, but it was empty and boring. Could they leave now?
Alright ti to go. We have important things to do, Blacknail announced after a few minutes. Hed had enough. Looking at the oven had made him hungry.
Ill co visit you again! the goblin told Joan as he smiled happily.
I look forward to it, Joan replied. She still didnt seem to know what to make of the goblin and his questions, so she just smiled back politely.
With their farewells complete, Joan left to walk ho and Ferrar disappeared. The goblin couldnt leave by the front door with them and had to sneak out. That left Khita and Blacknail alone again.
Lets get out of here before we run into one of the old ladies that live here. I swear the hags have nothing better to do than bug , Khita complained as she turned to watch the street. She looked in both directions as if she was afraid soone was trying to sneak up on her.
On the way out of the village, they stopped by Geralhds again. Blacknail still needed to pick up his cheese. By this ti, Tannin was gone and Geralhd t them at the door.
Here you go. Soday soon I think Im going to have to check out this base of yours, Geralhd remarked as he handed the package of cheese over to Blacknail. It slled like a good batch. He could tell because, it burned his nose when he tried to sniff it.
Er you cant do that, Blacknail told him as he tucked the precious bit of dairy away in his cloak. Geralhd didnt know about Elyias or the horde of goblins there.
Why not? Geralhd asked. The quick reply had made him curious.
Its a secret? Blacknail muttered uncertainly. The cheese fus were still clouding his brain. He was still seeing flashes of color.
One of Geralhds eyebrows rose. You have a secret base?
A grimace appeared on Blacknails face. It sounded dumb when Geralhd said it like that.
Theres a huge wolf pack in the area. Theyve been acting aggressively so it wouldnt be safe, Khita added.
Ya, that, Blacknail agreed. How was Khita being so helpful? She had covered for him several tis. It was weird. The hobgoblin scratched his nose. Maybe he was just having an off day?
Oh, well take care of yourselves, Geralhd told them. At the first sign of danger he had completely changed his mind about joining them.
Were not afraid of any wolves, Khita replied confidently. Blacknail didnt agree with her. He was tactically cautious about anything larger than him that wanted to eat him.
After saying their goodbyes, Blacknail and Khita headed out the village gates. They crossed the fields and t up with Ferrar and the other goblins, who were waiting for them. Well, one goblin was missing, but Blacknail was sure it would show up later, or not. The important thing was that they had accomplished their mission.
Did you learn what you wanted to? Blacknail asked Ferrar.
Yep, I know many new things about fire and clay! I can burn more now, Ferrar replied eagerly.
Did you learn how to cook or make better food, Blacknail asked suspiciously. That was the reason he had agreed to let Ferrar co along.
Um, yes. I learned about ovens, the goblin replied carefully.
Good. Good, Blacknail muttered as he turned away. He had gotten his hands on cheese, new ways of cooking, and convinced the stupid humans to let goblins inside their village. Things were looking up.
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