The drake's head turned to the sound. It was a pitch that it recognized instantly.
A goblin. More specifically, the goblin shaman.
Noah, too, had followed the sound. Their gaze landed on the shaman's face, suspended slightly in the air. Behind it was Noah's golem, who had brought it over. The golem's grip was firm, its hand wrapped around the back of the goblin's neck, holding it just off the ground.
It was then that they understood the reason behind the estranged wailing. The goblin was suffocating. Its arms, which prior to this were grasping hard at the golem's arm, were now twitching weakly, only able to hold onto the golem's arms to barely prevent its neck from giving way. If the golem were to tighten its grip even slightly, its neck would completely snap.
"Oh," Noah muttered, more to himself than anyone else. "Right, I almost forgot about you."
