“We’ve found it!” Rustbeard called, his excitement
echoing through the tunnel.
Gorger crashed down the tunnel, smashing into the
diminutive goblin slaves and sending them careening into the rough walls.
“Where is it?” he demanded, shoving Rustbeard aside.
The massive chest was still half-buried in the
loosely-packed rubble. Gorger seized a pickax from one of the goblins and began
furiously attacking the mix of stone, scrap, and decayed organic matter
encasing the chest.
Once the lock was exposed, Gorger hefted the pickax high
over his head, nearly hitting the tunnel ceiling, and brought it crashing down
on the sturdy clamp.
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