The goblins piled up upon Favian's body one by one, soon there was a whole tower of them standing straight above him. Their knives skinned his flesh, their hands pulled out his insides, and their teeth ripped off his limbs.
He was in pain, he must've been in pain. After all, there's no human out there who can endure this type of painful death. There is no one like that, yet he didn't scream; he didn't let a single word out of his mouth.
Why? The reason was silly, but it was the most logical thing in the world for him; if he screamed, then Xara was sure to look at him. She will witness the condition he was in—that he was dying, and knowing her she will come to help even if she says it was not intentional.
Then…the goblins will attack her too; she was already having her fill with the number of goblins on that side and if the ones here charged at her too, it wouldn't be impossible to say that she would meet the same end as Favian.