The Dragon gave a small nod before rearing his head back above the building. With that short exchange over with, I focus on my path to the Goblin King. King Fradlok had his hammer on the ground, leaning against it as he inspected his wounds. The nonchalant way both him and Filknas poked and prodded their wounds was curious, but that was Goblin society. Scars were welcome and a sign of prowess and conquest. 