Guillaume: Goblin Pyros, Round 02

i watched in awe of the dragonborn's fury. my knowledge of this phenomenon up until now are loosely based from eladrin scriptures and the ancient writings didn't quite capture the immensity of its nature.

dragonbreath was raw and deadly power. i have new found respect for their species. thank corellon that he is on our side. the goblins inside the clouds burst into flames. i almost felt sorry for them.

i briefly examined arao. he is not quite in need of assistance. he sustained some wounds from the goblins but nothing serious. i peeked in and saw that the poison cloud had receded to the other side. i could make out a figure or two from inside. it is time to end this matter. i have decided. i boldly enter ignoring the gnarled remains of the six goblins which not a minute ago surrounded arao.

brandishing the fine long sword which i borrowed from the market. i bravely called out to the remaining goblin(s).

"in the name of corellon, patron to all fées. i demand you to surrender!" i give a brief pause for effect. "it is over. you are outnumbered." i calmly walk about. the sword point directed towards the poison cloud. i could hear it from the inside. i could not quite make out what it is exactly. but logic tells me that it must be the
leader.

"come. you will be treated with just"