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"Any moment now," Raider whispered, his body rigid like a taut spring ready to snap, his tightly clenched jaws grinding with near audibility while his predatory gaze remained fixed on the trail ahead from their concealed spot within the thick, shadowy vegetation. The building tension he felt was mirrored in those vigilant and poised beside him, none daring to make a sound as their keen goblin ears detected the subtle sounds of wheels and horseshoes on a rough, seldom- traveled path. Raider's mouth contorted into a twisted smile, revealing his sharp teeth.
They employed nearly every strategy at their disposal to divert or delay their target in anticipation of this ambush, and it was undoubtedly an alluring prize: his sharpest scouts had informed him about a caravan of supplies and merchandise. Although its destination and the recipients of the cargo held little significance for him, the timing and presence represented an opportunity too good to ignore, leading him to wonder if it might be a trap.
He sensed faint traces of magic among the group, but it was unclear whether they originated from the transported goods or their protectors. He hesitated to draw near enough to verify, fearing they might reveal themselves prematurely.
To be truthful, if not for their pressing necessity brought on by rapidly depleting resources, he would have exercised greater caution. It was still uncertain whether news of their presence had yet reached the larger human forces, but he would certainly regret letting such a plump pig pass by without at least taking a bite.
They employed nearly every strategy at their disposal to divert or delay their target in anticipation of this ambush, and it was undoubtedly an alluring prize: his sharpest scouts had informed him about a caravan of supplies and merchandise. Although its destination and the recipients of the cargo held little significance for him, the timing and presence represented an opportunity too good to ignore, leading him to wonder if it might be a trap.
He sensed faint traces of magic among the group, but it was unclear whether they originated from the transported goods or their protectors. He hesitated to draw near enough to verify, fearing they might reveal themselves prematurely.
To be truthful, if not for their pressing necessity brought on by rapidly depleting resources, he would have exercised greater caution. It was still uncertain whether news of their presence had yet reached the larger human forces, but he would certainly regret letting such a plump pig pass by without at least taking a bite.