One by one, they crept quietly over to them.
"So next we go down and look for Toga?"
Bruno looked at Gauss.
"Don't rush it."
Gauss absorbed the last wisp of goblin spirit.
Maybe he had absorbed too much goblin spirit; the clay goblin he pinched out now looked almost indistinguishable from the real deal, even managing to mimic that disgusting stench.
Aside from not being able to chatter with other goblins in their "wu-wu-zha-zha" language, there was basically no way to tell it apart.
Under the Dwarves' shocked gazes, the clay Gauss threw out rapidly transformed, and then a vividly lifelike ugly little green-skinned imp appeared beside everyone.
Its appearance was so realistic that the Dwarves instinctively reached for the weapons at their waists.
"Let my Magic Goblin go in and scout things out first."
