Mrogelu Pinsanja
As the trio stood there in the altar, they heard noises come from outside the veil.
Goblin noises.
"They are here," Korig said as all three of them turned to face the veil.
"Time for salsa yet again," Ezra smirked as he pulled out his weapon.
The Goblin's shrill cry echoed through the dim halls of the ancient altar as they sprang into the altar through the veil.
The trio immediately sprang into action.
Korig, who was a literal expert in melee combat, took point, his muscles tensing as years of training surged through him.
Beside him, Ezra, the nimble rogue, readied his chain linked dagger, a mischievous grin dancing on his lips.
Sarah, however, hesitated for a moment, her eyes darting from Korig to Ezra.
Fighting was not her forte; she was better suited to stealth and survival.
But the urgency of the situation left her no choice.