Boom! Boom! Boom!
The dull beating of war drums echoed continuously throughout the underground cavern. As time passed, the rhythm grew increasingly urgent, and the goblins that had previously been running around in confusion after the warehouse attack actually began restoring order under the drums' direction, quickly dividing into several groups and searching the roads surrounding the warehouse.
In the middle of the street, a Goblin Shaman holding a bone staff stood under the protection of several heavily armored warriors. From time to time, it waved its staff, directing the arriving goblins toward different intersections. Even the ordinary goblins, which usually did nothing but fight over food and shove one another around, were now obediently following orders.
"Looks like these fellows actually have some organizational ability."
Zich hid behind a damaged stone wall, observing for a moment with a trace of interest in his eyes.
