Chapter 82: The Storm Breaks
Jonas yawned. He had expected the attack to have occurred already. He'd just started his watch, standing by the window on the second story of the building the entire town had taken refuge in, wondering if there was going to be an attack tonight. He wasn't really sure if he wanted there to be one or not.
If there wasn't, then that would mean his credibility among those who really weren't happy with these arrangements would push back with it. If there was an attack, then everyone would see how necessary this had been. Whether they survived the night in that case, depended more on how many goblins there were.
While Jonas was confident that they'd be able to fight the goblins easily, they still only had so much strength. If their Stamina gave out partway through the fight, then they could be in trouble, depending on how many goblins were still alive at that point.
While he had expected the goblins to have attacked by now, if they were going to attack, he couldn't say that there wasn't going to be an attack. After all, he had no idea how far his contacts had gone in search of the goblins. He also had no idea if the goblins planned to wait for more goblins, so as to have a greater force. There was just too many possibilities for him to consider. Especially since his experience with goblins was very limited.
Jonas glanced at the sky. He could see a bright gibbous moon giving some light to go with the starlight that could be seen. While Jonas might be tempted to think that this was hs world, but maybe a different time period, the constellations of the stars, as well as the craters visible on the moon said this wasn't the world he was from.
While he would sometimes imagine the face he could see in the moon from his world was a powerful being that protected his world from monsters that lived in space, when he was a kid, this moon didn't have a face. This moon gave the same silvery=white light, but the patterns on its surface looked more like that of a dog or a wolf to him.
Maybe he was wasting his time, but he couldn't help but feel drawn to it. Much like the moon on his world when he was a child. Almost like that's where he should be striving to get to, rather than doing the work that he'd been doing for who knew how long.
In reality, even though he wasn't that old, considering how long he potentially had left to live, he couldn't remember very well when he'd started working along the edges of the underworld. At times it felt like he'd been doing that his entire life, but he did have some memories of when he wasn't involved with that part of the world at all.
So lost in his thoughts, that he almost didn't catch a small sound that made him look back down on the village that his group had been staying at for the past couple weeks. He strained his eyes trying to see what might have caused the noise, but nothing stood out to him.