"I love these cowardly Merchants! Just a little guardin' and we get so much coin!"
"Gyahahaha true, true!"
"Standing in the dark, freezing our balls off, isn't bad for the money they pay."
Three mercenaries walked along the quiet caravan in the middle of the night; the merchants and nobles were sleeping in their carriages as the forest's darkness enveloped them for the last night.
*slice*
A blade sliced the first guard's neck, clean cut as small green hands covered his mouth, "Mmmph?! Nnggh!" Desperately he tried to attract his comrade's attention before the sharp, curved blade was repeatedly stabbed into his back before he died from intense pain and blood loss in a moment.
The guards had no idea...
Goblins were small, their dark green bodies hidden by the night's veil, trampling silently through the grass like prowlers on the hunt before they struck like lightning, killing all three guards with the same vile tactics.