>>6114748Their yellow or green eyes are bright, not with health, but with a fierce and consuming hunger. This hunger is not just for food, though that’s part of it. It’s a hunger for more—for something beyond their current existence. Their gazes flicker with ambition, a desire for something better than the so-called life they’ve been eking out in the ruins that mankind and other have left them. You see young goblins with makeshift weapons, eyes shining with dreams of glory and riches. You notice the older goblins, who have endured more years of hardship, yet still hold a spark of hope—whether it’s for themselves, their children, or simply a better tomorrow.
“Well, I mean… They’ll be cheap ta’ hire?” you hazard with a nervous laugh.
Zith-Zi squints, surveying them, and cocncludes: “yeah, an’ we’ll get what we pay for. Buncha’ compulsively-cloying pickpockets an’ backstabbers. C’mon, you remember what it’s like ta’ run with gobs…”
“R-right…” you lie.
You struggle to piece those memories together. Even as you do so, it seems to you there are snippets of good amongst the bad. Maybe your ‘amnesia’ is simply fooling you, though?
ZZ sees you struggling, and this seems to crack her hard shell. She sighs dramatically and slumps forwards a little, sending Hershy the drake tumbling down her shoulder to land on her chest. He huffs haughtily, with dragon-like pride, and hauls himself back up to his perch to preen himself.
“Fine,” she says. “You tell me: you wanna’ recruit any of these little green shits before we go?”
