King of the Rats
A rat, that is what I am. Well, to be exact I'm a man rat. an abomination of untold proportions, a deviant to the beauty of mother nature. Born to inhabit the dirtiest of sewers and the deepest of holes. To hide away beneath the dirt only leaving to hunt down some of the weaker prey. That is the race I was born into. The weakest of the weak, a fetid and miserable group whose hatred for one another is only beaten by our immense dislike for Goblins. Those scummy little green trash. But me, I am an outlier to this, an anomaly of sorts. For I was not born a brainless buffoon who can only feel hatred and hunger. I was born intelligent.
Sweet and sour
Considering the fact that the goblin can shapeshift and create illusions, she will almost definitely be harder to find compared to the humans. After all, we've already found them once.
I let out a slow but deliberate sigh as I stretched the aches out of my body and ushered the other together.
"Twig and Sniffer, you will come with me. Thassius while were gone, take Chitter and explore the surroundings. Make sure everything is still secure. No matter what, do not get spotted. The last thing we need is a horde of trolls on our asses."
I was hesitant to leave thassius behind as the second strongest in the group by a decent margin not having his help could be the difference between life and death. But I have to hold hope that this interaction never devolves into a fight. Twig and Sniffer are far less imposing and both have their uses.
Twig is an incredible tracker while Sniffer has a good snout on him, plus he's good company to have.