Chapter 49: Situation

The inn's wooden door — shut tight just moments before — exploded inward as though struck head-on by a Siege Hammer, instantly shattering into countless splinters that tore through the entryway like a storm of wooden shrapnel.

The dust hadn't even begun to settle when two massive silhouettes, broad and immovable as Iron Towers, came crashing side by side into the main hall, every eye in the room snapping toward them in stunned disbelief.

Bear Goblins. Two of them, faces twisted with savage fury.

Four eyes blazed with a sickly green light, sweeping the dim hall like Ghost Fire, locking onto every living thing inside within seconds.

Raine and his companions most of all.

What radiated from those vicious, bloodshot stares was raw hunger and a pure, unrestrained desire to destroy — laced with the rank stench and wild savagery unique to Magical Beasts — crashing over the hall like a wave.

"Moradin's beard! Did these hairy bastards drag their entire tribe along with them?"