What do I do? that question ran through Deneves head again and again. She didn't think the goblins would see through the bluff. But she couldn't be sure. Damn those idiots, if they were going to be that hot heated they should have played the oleof drow themselves. Now she felt like she was being driven to corner. She hated being driven to corner.<br/><br/>Her anger flared without outward warning and she kicked, her boot seeking out Aeryn's face.<br/><br/>"Did I give you permission to speak?!?"