Gryffin: Against the Goblins, Round 03

Gryffin leaned on the small table and put all the weight that a sprightly fae wizard could muster against it.

He thought himself lucky that goblins were diminutive creatures.

Suddenly he saw the wood of the door blacken and blister.

"It..it Hexed the door? - you can do that?" He thought.

"..not good."

As the door continued to decay, Gryffin weighed his options.

"..."

And came up with nothing.

"Think, Gryffin! Think!"

His eyes darted around for anything that might help him.

He saw Guy standing by the furnace doors sweating from the heat.

"Mr. Cleric sir! - Guy! Stand back. I'm going to lay a trap for the Goblins." Gryffin said as he looked at the furnace door and gestured.

A translucent disembodied hand mimicked Gryffins gesture and opened the furnace doors.

He felt the hot air from the open furnace on his face.

"I'll wait for them in ambush..you...do something useful...be ready to back me up but try not to be seen...um too much." He blurted out as he scampered behind one of the large work tables and ducked - disappearing from view.

Gryffin lay his staff in front of him laying it flat with one hand as his other hand grasped the rod taken from the goblin spellcaster from the inn.

Both weapons at the ready.

Looking through the table legs, he kept his sights on the space in front of the furnace - waiting for the Hexer's arrival.

As he lay there hidden, crouching over a dead goblin, he thought, "Goblins sure do stink! Euw."