Continued from June 12, 2018
“Sit down, and shut up!” Patches yelled as the wagon lurched forward.
Nok moved to the middle of the wagon, sitting squarely on top of whatever cargo was hidden under the tarp. The wagon continued on its path through the city, exiting through the secret tunnel that prevented invasions from other, more war-like, races of the land.
Outside the fields had been burned and riddled with craters. Nok looked out over the ring of protection from the guard goblins rolling bombs down the side of the volcano. It had been a long time since anyone had attempted to raid the city, but goblins often got bored and would roll bombs down the side just so they could.
“What are you thinking about?” the lonely goblin asked, breaking Nok’s thought process.
“I’ve never been outside the city,” Nok replied, “I was just thinking about the blasted zone at the base of it.”
He nodded with one raised eyebrow, “I’m Croz,” he said, extending his hand, “You’re not normal are you?”
“I’m-” Nok managed before Croz moved forward, sliding his hand under the strap of his backpack as he pushed him backward.
Nok rolled off the wagon, grabbing some lashing as he fell, and caught himself just above the ground. He felt a flash of rage as he pushed his legs off the bottom, swinging to the top. His aim was good as his feet came over the top and he kicked Croz in the face, sending him rolling toward the front of the wagon, slamming hard into the board that was the backing for Patches’ seat.