Where the other goblins he had seen loped, this one strode.
It stood tall and proud while those around it were bent and fearful. She wore a
brown robe woven with symbols strange and mystic, tattered by obviously well
cared for, and seemed to glide across the stone road like a bug across water.
The crowd in the street made way, the goblins out of reverence and the duergar
out of fear.
Though the squat, large-eyed race held the goblins in
servitude, it didn’t protect them from unfortunate accidents should the due
respect not be given to the strange earth-priests.
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