- Apr 24, 2014
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It was so dark, but she didn't mind. A small flashlight was all Cheeto had to steer by. Goblins saw well enough in the dark, but this was pitch black, that's ridiculous! By the light of that little torch, though, Cheeto could move freely and see everything she needed to. There was a lot of good stuff down here, none of it goblin make but definitely some powerful artifacts of ages long past. She scurried the way only a goblin could, the light pitter-patter of her feet almost a whisper, though their echoes carried deep into the underground and bounced off every wall.
"Here's something... Here's something!" Cheeto's long, lean fingers clawed and pulled at loose dirt, digging an old, worn brass lantern out from where it was partially buried. "Well now my pretty, what do you do?" Suddenly sitting down and holding her flashlight between her knees, the goblin began to turn and examine the lantern from every angle, running her fingers along the hood of it, fiddling with the small chamber for oil and looking over the ancient wick inside it. "You magical? Or are you just neato?"
"Here's something... Here's something!" Cheeto's long, lean fingers clawed and pulled at loose dirt, digging an old, worn brass lantern out from where it was partially buried. "Well now my pretty, what do you do?" Suddenly sitting down and holding her flashlight between her knees, the goblin began to turn and examine the lantern from every angle, running her fingers along the hood of it, fiddling with the small chamber for oil and looking over the ancient wick inside it. "You magical? Or are you just neato?"