/lit/ - Literature

TWI 6.34ish

>The gold glinted in the fading light.
>“Want it?”
>The Drake hesitated. He looked around the room, warring with himself. But the gold was gold. And Drakes were the children of Dragons.
>“Yes. Why? Is it a bribe? A gift? Proof you’re a person?”
>His expression said he might say anything to have it, and to be out of the spotlight. Pyrite just grinned a Goblin’s grin.
>“Nothing. It’s yours. If you pick it up.”
>He tossed the nugget on the floor. It was a decent toss; the nugget rolled a bit, but it was so heavy it actually dented the floorboards. Keldrass started. He looked at Pyrite and then around. Everyone watched him. The Drake considered how much it would cost his image to bend over and pick up the nugget. Then he stiffly walked over. Pyrite waited until the Drake was moving. And then, as Keldrass bent, he spoke one word.
>“Fetch.”
>The Drake—froze. And so did the room. Slowly, Keldrass turned. His face was flushed under his scales. He glared at Pyrite, but with a hint of triumph.
>“Never.”
>The Hobgoblin eyed him silently, then he smiled and shrugged. He looked around the room.
>“It’s just gold. Worthless to a Goblin. But anyone who wants it may fetch.”

This miniarc has been pretty good. Hope it finally leads to some decent attitude changes towards the goblins, same with whatever Laken is up to by capturing those prisoners.