The next half-dozen minutes or so were a brutal slog of defending against ambushes, and trying to strike back, as they slowly and inexorably worked deeper into the hillside, his two bodyguards being forced to crouch and squeeze to fit into the goblin-sized tunnels. Eventually, they'd reach a larger chamber, where it seemed like the remainder of the goblins had congregated, to make a final stand - along with one goblin, seemingly standing six feet tall (though the wooden platform, covered by his improbably long robes, peeked out in places) standing over them, proclaiming loudly, "The false king of this land shall pay for his transgr-- trespa-- FOR GOING AGAINST THE LADY! He, and all the longshanks, will know her wrath! Slay these intruders, for Her, and for the Mother!"<br/><br/>With a ragged cheer, the goblins surged forward, spears, arrows, and other weapons sailing towards the heroes.