The beads of sweat served as pools for which the spores would gather, increasing the feel, the tingle, threatening to torture her senses further, but refused to go beyond a light teasing in intensity.<br/><br/>Suddenly the laughing ceased. From the direction she was heading, Lucille could hear two sets of armor clanking as they approached. As they stepped through the haze, undaunted by their surroundings, they leered at Lucille unabashedly. In a rather low, nasal tone "Well well, Sneed! Look what's stumbled in through the fog!" A wide grin of mostly teeth blared through the haze. "Fresh...delectible...scruptious..." The sound of saliva being sucked back in through one's teeth broke the train of compliments.<br/><br/>They were short beings, no taller than Lucille's waist and about as syocky as dwarves, but markedly green. A sickly yellow-green, with large, pointy ears. Prominent noses sat on their faces, a testament to their tone of voice. The armor they wore was of outstanding polish, Lucille could speculate -if she could speculate, that is- and what portion of their clothing showed were luxurious purples with intricate gold embroidery. The various segments of armor seemed unique to either goblin and flowed with their movements like a second skin. Each were armed with shields and spears, runes etched into them. Runes that Lucille recognized as the command phrases for spell reflect and non-lethal wounding.