The Weakest Kobold In The Dungeon Gets A Level [Book 1 Complete] Chapter 24: Chapter 22: Very Lovely, Lots Of Heavy Breathing

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Chapter 22 Very Lovely, Lots Of Heavy Breathing The tracks left behind by dozens of goblin feet were not easy to miss. However, someone had periodically shifted the dirt their steps had been left in, creating gaps in the trail. Mor looked back at the adventurers who followed behind her. “This way,” she said as the path picked up to the right. She definitely couldn’t trust them, even if one of the males had removed the arrow and healed her shoulder. No, acts of kindness are methods of control and manipulation. Don’t fall for these adventurers’ tricks. I’ll get them to where I agreed to take them to and run. Honor the deal and then get out of here, that’s the plan. The goblins had travelled a shorter distance than expected, after all of her time tracking her little claw-footed quarry, the last series of tracks had taken less than an hour to end. The only problem with that is the way they ended. Like most goblin tracks she’d seen, they went on until they stopped, vanished. “This is it, they went underground here somewhere,” she informed her captors, and then she braced for the strike to her jaw that her master might have chosen to gift her for the lack of details. It didn’t come. Only one of them could understand her, which still didn’t make sense, but that must have been enough for them to start making their plans. Most of them were ignoring her, but not the one called Mark . He’d leered at her every moment of their walk, and he did so still. I’ll need a distraction to escape. As soon as there are no eyes on me, I will be gone. Although… if they are after this kobold, and I can steal him away from them. I could return to the tribe as the new Master of the Hunt. New plan? Mor thought, weighing her options as she waited to see what the adventurers would do next. “Wait… Camp…,” one of them said. Not enough to get a whole lot from, but this was what she had to work with for now. They were planning to sit around and wait. Boring, but I’ve got no better ideas, other than searching the area more thoroughly. It was probably just understood that they would do that, too. While it turned out that she wasn’t wrong about it being boring, and they’d in fact also attempted an unfruitful search, there was just an uneasy feeling she couldn’t shake. As the sun made its daily trip across the sky, Mor couldn’t take her eyes off of the shadows. Under every tree and large rock was a potential enemy more frightening to her than the threat the adventurers posed. She thought of her mentor covered in moving shadow, and her skin prickled. * * * The sun had sunk behind the tips of the trees hours ago and none of the party members from either group had found any other clues. Even though Mark complained a lot about the lack of clues, they needed to stop and rest. Eric turned to the people who followed him now and said, “Listen up, we’re gonna build a bonfire at the center of camp and keep it fed overnight, and buddy up on guard duty so nothing can sneak up on us. I’m gonna lie down early to try to get some sleep, and then I’ll pull a double shift to round out the numbers for the third and fourth watches.” Mark sneered, “I’m not your friend; I’m here for revenge, not to follow you. My brothers and I will do what we want. Who do you even think died and put you in charge of us?” Sir BlackDagger turned to where the other group of players sat separately. He stood tall, stepped forward, and looked down into Mark’s eyes. With a voice as steady as iron, he said, “Jason did. Now I’ve got even more numbers on you, but I don’t need to be an enemy. Mark, Neal, Raj, I’m sorry about your friend, truly. We’re all going to have to trust each other and work together. We’ll all have each other’s backs, now. No one else dies, got it? That is unless you challenge me.” The three of them stood silent before him, stunned by his statement. Mark’s eyes narrowed, his breaths going rapid as he snarled, “Screw you!” He lunged forward at Eric with his long dagger half drawn. Midstep, as