Near one corner of the settlement, I spotted something else.
Mounts.
Several goblins rode through the streets atop massive rodent-like beasts, creatures the size of small horses. Their gray fur bristled along thick bodies built for speed, and leather harnesses wrapped around their torsos. The goblins steered them with reins while crates and supply packs hung from their sides.
The beasts moved quickly through the settlement, weaving between buildings as goblins stepped aside to make way.
Whoever ran this clan had logistics figured out.
Further inward, I saw training grounds where goblin warriors sparred under the watchful eye of veterans. The clash of weapons echoed faintly even from my position above.
Then my gaze drifted toward the center of the base.
And I found the structure that stood above everything else.
