I hide the amulet in my fur as best I can. If our unexpected company seeks the treasure--and why else would they be here in this obscure stone tunnel--then they won't get their paws and slimy tail on it so easily.
Brown baboon and yellow-green python eyes lock onto yellow goblin, tigereye colored, and Siberian Husky blue wolf eyes.
Kasz spits on the ground in the space between us. He has no use for Ophion and Zuba. "You move. We need to go."
Ophion, the python, hisses. [You let a goblin be your master?]
Lobo defers to me, and I growl. [He's no ordinary goblin. Show some respect. And what are you doing here, anyway?]
Ophion continues as the spokesman, or snake in this case. [We're asking the questions.]
I bare my teeth and prepare to conjure my Shooting Stars. [Move aside.]
Zuba hangs back, less aggressive than Ophion. [Now, now, no need for hostilities. We are not in the tournament ring.]
Ophion reeks of smugness. [You'd lose, anyway. You will lose.]
