Running frantically down the stone corridor, the hobgoblin comes around the corner and comes face to face with a slightly hunched figure in a dark cloak. He skids to a halt, eyes wide with fear. Knowing what could befall him, he looks down at the floor, and tries not to move.
“And where are
you going?” whispers the ratman. As he approached, the hobgoblin desperately wanted to run, but knew that would be the last move he ever made. The rats were ugly, but they could move incredibly quickly.
“In a hurry?” asked the ratman, as the hobgoblin felt sharp claws grab under his chin. “What’s the rush?”
“The prisoners, my lord…They, they’ve gotten out. They’re so strong, they’ve already killed all the others” said the hobgoblin, desperately hoping to find words that the ratman wanted to hear.
“Ah, good. I don’t know if you’ll understand this, but it’s important to build your enemies’ confidence first. That way, when you crush your them, you can see that satisfying look of despair in their eyes. I want the prisoners to think they are winning before I defeat them, so I can’t leave any bodies in the hallway. Despite your cowardice, you may live. Report to the barracks for your next assignment.”
Unable to believe his good fortune, the hobgoblin was speechless for a moment. “Thank you sir. Right away sir”
“Oh, and one more thing before you go…”