Chapter 365: A Blood Fang Feast Part 2
“What are you all sitting down for, ey!?” Jahn shouted. “This is a night for celebration!”
The other goblins cheered and jumped to their feet. The sounds of drums and songs echoed in the night.
Tauri watched the scene unfold with a surreal expression. In a matter of minutes, the goblins that had seemed so bloodthirsty and vicious were now dancing and singing around the fire pits. Their movements were heavy, not the usual lithe steps of the dances she had seen in the city. No, the goblins’ steps resembled a warrior’s spar.
“I’ve never seen anything like this,” Tauri mumbled.
“What are they singing?” Plum asked with interest.
“It is a song from the old Ebon Tongue, a song of mourning for our lost ones, and for being thankful that they found their way home,” Jahn said quietly.
“Found their way home?” Plum asked.
Jahn opened his arms wide and pointed at the scarlet canopy above them, “When our people are murdered in these woods their souls wander amidst the trees, unable to truly rest until they are avenged.” He turned to Stryg and bowed his head, “You have given that to us, Stryg. You have given them rest, thank you, shaman.”
Stryg smiled softly, “I’m sorry I took so long.”