Naz and Naruz were in the main house with Gribnox nowhere to be seen, they were far from the main tunnels where goblins sharpened weapons and got ready for battle.
Naz and Naruz needed to talk because there was a chance this place would fall and should that happen, their fate would remain unknown but there was no chance they would allow Naz to give birth to the very thing they were trying to wage war on.
The space was lit only by a single flickering torch stuck in a crack in the wall.
Naz sat on a broken crate, her large orc hands resting on her knees. Naruz leaned against the rough stone wall, her arms crossed over her chest. Both kept their voices low, eyes darting to the entrance now and then.
"Who exactly is this Kraghul?" Naz asked, her deep voice a soft rumble.
