*Earlier*
From this point onward, the goblin language is something we could actually understand.
A faint buzzing sound grew louder as it moved closer to the goblin cave, carried through the air until it reached the entrance.
The noise belonged to a giant beetle, its wings beating in a steady beat as it flew over the scouts.
On its back sat the bow-hobgoblin from earlier, posture straight, eyes fixed forward with an unreadable expression.
One of the goblin scouts immediately noticed the approach and shouted up. "Hey!"
The rider tilted his head slightly, his gaze flicking to the side, then lowering just enough to glance down at the scout.
For a brief moment, it seemed like he might respond.
"Hey! Where are the other guys?" the goblin scout demanded again, this time louder, the group behind him also starting to mutter among themselves.
But the bow-hobgoblin didn't answer.
