'Intruders!'
The word slammed into Peach's brain like a war drum, echoing so loud he almost jumped out of his own skin.
His first thought, his very first, panicked, knee-jerk instinct, was to scream, "Heroes!"
Because what else could it be? Only the heroes were dumb enough to sneak into a goblin stronghold this deep.
But then, he froze. No, no, wait. That didn't make sense.
Peach took a dramatic, shaky breath and started pacing, because pacing helped thinking, and thinking helped panic feel organized.
He had intel. Precious, hard-earned, expensive intel, stolen from both goblins and humans alike.
And none of it, none of it, said anything about the heroes having super-speed, or invisibility, or whatever ridiculous nonsense was happening right now.
"Yeah… no. Nope. Not them. Couldn't be. If it was them, half the bunker would already be on fire, someone would be shouting about friendship, and I'd probably be dead."
So, logically, this had to be an accident.
