<div class="floatright">(http://brewminate.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/020818-47-Bronze-Age-Near-East-History.jpg)</div><strong>Where:</strong>Malag Adaar village, evening<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Enlil, Evelyn, Sabri<br/><br/>Enlil's experience as a soldier quickly identifies six choke points between houses where pit traps could be effective in meeting an onrushing horde of goblins. Digging one would take a skilled trap-craftsman a day or so. Trying it without really knowing how to build a trap makes it quite a bit more difficult, but still doable with the amount of hands he has at his disposal. (50% chance for a pit trap to be correctly dug and effective, in each of the six locations, they will take a day and the effort of all the villagers to dig)<br/><br/>While he brooded like this, one of the young women in the village stalked hm, shyly. She was just about to place a hand on his shoulder from behind, when he called for Evelyn and Sabri. She stands there, uncertainty drawn over her face, a step behind Enlil, unable to decide whether to run or dive in this strange situation. After all, these two might be his wives - or not.<br/><br/>(Sabri's knowledge roll is an unimpressive natural 6. https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=116062) Sabri recalls several stories and even more facts about goblins - such as their love for fire, their insidiousness, that they see in the dark, need women to reproduce, and so on. Nothing really new or useful; no flash of insight that would turn this situation around. Driving them off means killing every last one of them, and their children. Even one surviving goblin is enough to spark another infestation nearby. They attack at night, preferably ambushing their prey, and grab what they need before disappearing into the night again. Hmmm.<br/><br/>Evelyn feels inexplicably watched over. It's an unnerving, but comfortable sensation.<br/><br/>Over at the other end of the table, Malthum is busy kissing a woman deeply. She's rather willing, too. The other two men are similarly engaged with their own wives, too. After all, this might be the last time to enjoy life. The rest of the women chatter, swap stories, and make music that's a pale shadow of Sabri's tunes.<br/><br/>The evening is winding to a close. What are your plans for the night?