The armored goblin lurches towards you, snarling in that strange, pained voice of theirs... only to crumple as your arrow punches through its burned out armor, dropping it to the floor.<br/><br/>Which leaves the last goblin. Thanks to all the confusion in the fog, it doesn't seem to know whether to press on or to flee... so it settles for continuing the assault, slamming one arm forward in attempt to hit you with a full-on gut check. Of course, that's easier said than done in the fog... he seems to miscalculate, and ends up only clipping you with his knuckles. And thanks to your toughened skin, that's like not being hit at all...<br/><br/>--------------<br/><br/>This time, though, Sharille doesn't appear... She had made a sound of confirmation when you had called out your warning, but you've heard nothing since. It's like she's vanished into thin air...<br/><br/>"Oi!" you hear from your side... and one of the noble's guards runs to your side through the fog, spear raised aggressively. "WHat've you done with the captain, Elf?"<br/><br/>You notice that the man's voice is shaky, heavy with fear... meaning that this raid was not in the plans in the slightest. You have to give him credit, though, for attempting to stick to the plan... though not so much for running blindly into the fog. He's left himself wide open...