Adventures Of A Goblin

The inside of the tent was quiet. Wildria had her eyes on Orun who has his thoughts deep in replaying the Minotaur leader's scene that he saw.

The quietness was disrupted by the Minotaur leader hastily barging into the tent in a hurry.

"i am sorry I am late".

Their eyes were on the Minotaur leader who had just walked in, looking even more tense than when Orun had walked in.

"leader, did something happen between you and Orun".

Observing the way the Minotaur leader came in, and his body gesture when his eyes landed on Orun, Wildria was sure that something had really happened between Orun and the Minotaur leader.

"the.....there is nothing wrong Lord Wildria. Right, Lord Orun!".

His voice trembled, and his tone uneven, only making Wildria to have further doubts about what the both of them are saying.

Through the week that had passed, the Minotaur leader has learned to address Orun and Wildria with appropriate respect because, he has discovered that he is not at all in their league.

Just like any other monsters, he also believes in the supremacy of the strong, and is willing to stand by it.

Even if Orun is not exactly the kind of monster he would wish to have anything to do with, he knows he still has to give him the respect he deserves as someone stronger than he is.

The same applies to the way he thinks of Wildria.

"the......the leader is right. There is nothing wrong, nothing at all....ha....hah...hahaha".

Orun's awkward laugh was what nipped things in the bud, totally confirming her assumption to be right..

"leader, you can take your seat".

Although she knew that something wasn't right, there was nothing much she could do to have them spill up what was wrong, especially Orun who has taken to acting so out of character.

Besides, if it was something endangering to the pack or to her, she trusted Orun to be able to open up to her on that.

The Minotaur leader, went ahead to sit down on the chair that was facing Orun on the right, and Wildria on the left.

He felt constricted with their gaze falling on him. It was as if they were staring through his soul, and about to bring down judgment upon him.

"did I do something wrong!".

The Minotaur leader was nervous on the inside and on the outside. He did not remember doing anything that would have Orun and Wildria calling for his attention, and sitting him down like a kid who had refused to obey the word of their parents.

"Leader".

The tone Orun used in calling out his title, was alarming to his ears.

"we need you to do a favor for us".

The Minotaur leader gupled down a a large size spoonful of spit when Orun moved his face closer to him, requesting for a favor.

The Minotaur leader thought it through, but was not able to pick out anything akin to a favor that he would be able to render Orun.

"what can I help you with, Lord Orun!".

His reply was firm, and even though he was still on edge about what the favor is, he managed to hide his fear behind his sound voice.

"you have spent a relative amount of time in the human's habitat, have you not".

The Minotaur leader did not know what it is all about, or why Wildria and Orun would want to know about his time with the humans.

When talking about the time he had spent in the forest that Orun came to recruit him from, the Minotaur leader has indeed been there for so long.

Exactly for how long is a question he cannot answer, but he can at least narrow that thought down with two to three hundred years since he has started living there.

"if that is the case, as someone who has been present for a long time in a single location, you must know about the other monsters inhabiting that forest, right".

Now he knew where Orun and Wildria were leading to with the question he is being asked.

Orun is about to commence his recruitment on monsters Into the desert, and his opinion is being asked of so they could select the monster kind with strength that is on par with his or even higher than his.

He wanted to ask, if Orun could not utilize the method he used in searching for them, but he decided against it.

They must have their own reason for not making use of that method and instead coming directly to him for information.

"yes, I know of a few monster kind like that. We once ruled the forest together".

"i see. Would you be so kind as to give us all the details you have about the monsters, what specie they are, and most importantly, what do you think their reply will be when asked to come and join us".

Orun appeared in thought as he asked the Minotaur leader more questions.

"they will laugh at you like I first did, but after some........persuasive action, they should be able to come to reason with you".

The persuasive action he meant, was Orun making use of his strength to force them into submission like he did with him.

"persuasive actions? Well noted. Thank you for your help Minotaur leader, and now, for what you and your kind should have gotten the moment you came into my territory, I will bestow it upon you now".

The Minotaur leader did not understand what Orun meant about bestowing something upon them.

The information he gave, was common knowledge that could be known if Orun had done more research, and so, there was no need for him to be thanked.

Orun got up from his seat, and made his way closer to the Minotaur leader. When he got to his front, he sprouted out thorns from the ground to lift him up so his hand could reach the head of the Minotaur leader.

"from now henceforth, I name you the leader of your specie, Monryck!".

"wha....."

The Minotaur leader was not given the opportunity to express his surprise at what Orun had just done, as the evolutionary sleep kicked in earlier than expected, whisking away his consciousness.

"rest well leader".

Orun disassembled the thorns, and landed on his feet then made his way out the tent so he could go and name the rest of the Minotaurs outside.