Goblin Slayer Arwyn 2 by Cat Wilder

Author:Cat Wilder [Wilder, Cat]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Smokin' Hot Press
Published: 2023-08-05T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Arwyn approached her meeting site in an upscale neighborhood. She was to make contact in the alley behind the house. She’d scouted the neighborhood earlier that day, so had noticed a few oddities. One of which served her well. Slavegirls running about on errands tended to be well-covered.

She chose a sleeveless black gown, with a high collar. A black, very wide belt cinched her waist tightly, from which hung her purse with all five gold coins. She wasn’t sure what the underworld boss would demand for the talisman, but she couldn’t imagine it would be more than five gold.

The gown was double-slitted, as befits a Comfort Girl. New stiletto-heeled over-the-knee boots protected her legs. They cost her five weeks rent, but worth it. Her white hair was pulled back in a high pony to ensure they understood she was elven, silver jewelry gleaming at ears, neck, and left wrist.

The epitome of a rich man’s favorite slavegirl.

A goblin’s wet dream.

There were easily five times as many goblins as expected in the alley. A small army. Ironfist’s underworld horde. They regarded her silently, hostilely, but did nothing to hinder her passage. The only sound was her heels clattering on the cobbles.

It proved laughably easy to find Jozzr’s house. Fifty armed and armored goblins stood guard behind it. She suspected even more guarded the front. One of the goblin, in red lacquered steel cuirass with gold trim, stepped forward to challenge her. He had a silver-cased helmet with an exceedingly long red feather plume. Golden-hued trousers stuffed into red boots finished his outfit.

She looked him over as she approached. That’s one fancy goblin.

“Hold your place, elf.”

She stopped and regarded him in a casual pose. “I am Arwyn Brightblade. I am expected.”

He frowned. “I was told Arwyn Silvermane was coming.”

Hands went to hilts. Goblin eyes all around narrowed.

She closed her eyes and sighed. “Fine. Call me Silvermane. My real name is Brightblade, but… Fine.”

He turned to speak to four other goblins for several minutes. They came to a consensus and he turned back to her. He looked her up and down warily. She stared back as if she hadn’t a concern in the world.

“Come with me.”

Relief rushed through her. It was unlikely she’d leave there alive if she’d failed to gain access. She stepped out, pacing him but remaining four steps back. The fancy goblin practically strutted the whole way.

Goddess protect, goblins are starting to act as self-important as human kings.

Arwyn was escorted into the back door, down a wide, ornate corridor, and into a brightly lit chamber of crimson and gold. It reminded her of Urik’s brothel’s main parlor. Goblins in fine robes mingled with others dressed in simple black and gray tunics. Most carried at least a long belt knife, many with short swords as well. They all turned to regard her in silence. She noticed one who had been one of her regulars back in her brothel days. She cringed inwardly recalling just how extreme his love of ropes, pain, and other nastier activities could be at times.

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