Mikhailis paced in the shadows, a slight frown tugging at his lips. Twelve goblins stood before him, eyes blank and clueless as they awaited his command. The pressure was mounting; he needed to find a scapegoat, someone to take the blame for the recent chaos. But the choice had to be perfect. If he chose wrong, it would bring him more trouble than he could handle.
He glanced at the Hypnoveil talisman hidden in his pocket, the faint hum of energy thrumming against his palm. He'd been leaning on the Hypnoveil a lot lately, but this was a desperate situation, and desperate measures were needed. Mikhailis slipped away from his group, muttering some vague excuse about investigating a lead. The goblins, being goblins, nodded dumbly and stayed put.