Tonight, moonless shadows cloaked the ruin near Varrock's edge. My quarry: Griznak's goblin tribe.
They scavenged discarded cargo, unaware of my presence. Griznak wielded a cruel hook sword; his followers brandished crude spears and rocks. My bowstring tightened, targeting Griznak's heart...
But then I saw her – a young goblin girl, hiding behind crates, eyes locked on mine. Fear and curiosity warred in her gaze.
My arrow hesitated. Mercy whispered in Seren's voice: "Spare the father, save the child."
I chose restraint. Griznak fled with his tribe, warned never to return. The girl... lingered.
She accepted a piece of dried meat from my pouch. Our eyes met again – a spark of trust?
Did I forge an unlikely ally or merely delay vengeance?
— Nyssarra
