Eyes on the Prize

Flinch awoke before his wives and slowly snuck out of the bed, not to accidentally rob them of their rest. He walked through the caves and found them surprisingly busy even at this early hour. Goblins were running around, working different jobs and generally preparing for the day. As he moved further toward the entrance, he couldn’t help but feel… somewhat cramped. The cave system he had found to be so large and expansive when he first his inside it now seemed too small for the Clan he had built.

He moved past the gate, being greeted happily by the guards, and found a quiet spot in the woods to meditate. He found it difficult to achieve the focus he had attained during his isolation, as the thought of expansion repeatedly snuck back into his frame of mind. Finally, he gave up on his meditation and stomped back to the cave.

He called for Vix and Zip; the nimble scouts swiftly appeared before him, “What is it, father?”.

Flinch had a determined look on his face, “Scout the nearby town. Find out how well it is guarded, what they store, who the important people are. I want to know everything.”.

The sisters shared an excited look and Vix asked, “Does that mean we go to war?”.

Flinch was pleasantly surprised by how pleased they were with the prospect. Clearly, they had all been anxiously waiting for all their hard training and work to pay off. “You two were always clever.”, he said with a genuine smile, “Yes, we’re going to war.”.