Smed felt alive, he felt great. The sack of valuable bumping against his back, and the smell of burning building carried by the wind sent lances of satisfaction into his brain as he ran through the late afternoon streets. That was exhilarating, Smed. Burning it was a nice touch... The demon bound to his soul said, reveling in the destruction they'd just caused. Smed looked at the two other goblins with him, excitement plain in their beady little eyes. Somewhere behind them, someone screamed "Fire! There's a fire!"
It was a simple hit, something done more out of boredom than actual necessity. Break the windows, steal things, burn it down. It was almost like a mantra. The goblins ducked into an alley to review what they had stolen, picking through the various pieces of silverware and stolen jewelry. "What do we do now, boss?" One of the goblins asked, trying on a comfortable looking wool cap. "Simple, Skitz." Smed said in his voice, which was deep for a goblin's. "We find someone else to rob, then get out of here." He said, and the other goblins nodded. "Who?" Another asked, picking his teeth with an elegant fork. Why don't we find ourselves a nice lady? the demon in Smed suggested, and Smed nodded. "We're going to find ourselves a nice little canary to keep us company." He said, a sharp-toothed grin spreading across his face. The other goblins smiled as well, the anticipation visible in their beady little eyes.
They slunk off into the alleyways, searching for quarry.