The sound of marching feet and the clatter of hooves echoed through the bustling streets of the goblin capital. Crowds gathered along the main thoroughfare, their curiosity palpable as the human, elven, and dwarven delegations made their way toward the central area. It was almost as though they have planned everything so they would arrive at the same time.
The city itself seemed to shine under the midday sun, its organized layout and structures a stark contrast to the stereotypes the visitors held about goblin civilization.
Lance stood at the steps of the main government building, dressed in regal black, white, and gold attire, his commanding presence amplified by the flowing crimson cape adorned with the insignia of his kingdom. At his side stood Rusak, Aelyndra, Mira, Lia, Rynne, Zarra, and Kaeli, alongside the heads of the other races within their kingdom, each representing the strength and diversity they boar.
