Tylla was still in positive spirits as she followed the river dragon to her home village. If anything this could lead to Tylla learning more about the world outside the valley. For all Tylla knew, the goblins of the village could be quite nice, the stories about them just being nasty rumors.
This optimism was tested when Angoril spoke to Tylla with a fanged smile. Apparently they would be welcomed because Angoril had decided it. Tylla wondered if this meant that the dragon was the chieftain of the village, or perhaps some other title that denotes leadership. The young woman wasn't sure just how a society of both goblins and dragons would work.
Angoril then led Tylla and Vidas into a clearing, two small humanoids waiting there. Tylla had to assume that the odd looking creatures must be goblins, apparently subservient to Angoril. Tylla also noticed just how well armed the goblins were, clad in armor and bustling with weapons. It was definitely more than Tylla had with her simple short sword.
The goblins said nothing to Angoril, instead looking at her with what might be a look of awe on their faces. The apparent guards would also say nothing to Tylla and Vidas as they passed through the makeshift fence. Tylla thought that maybe they only spoke when asked to by their leader Angoril.
<<Funny looking guys aren't they?>> Vidas said to Tylla.
<<Quiet. We're their guests,>> Tylla shot back, only to be startled by a mighty roar.
Tylla turned back to the river dragon, really not prepared for the loud calling. While Tylla did not speak the dragon tongue, she did recognize a gathering call. Apparently so did the goblins as they began to come to their dragon ruler. Tylla couldn't believe just how many there were, as a seemingly endless stream of goblins came out, popping out from huts, bushes, and anywhere else they could hide.
In less than a minute, Tylla and the two dragons were surrounded by more goblins than the young woman could count. It was a little unnerving, as it felt like dozens of gazes were boring down into Tylla, but she didn't want it to show. So she focused instead on Angoril, trying to calm her breathing as to appear perfectly composed.
Vidas also seemed on edge around Tylla's neck, as Angoril addressed her villagers in the goblin language. Whatever she said, it sounded commanding to the young woman. It appeared that the goblins would immediately do anything Angoril told them to. And it seemed to Tylla that she was expected to do the same, as Angoril departed for a nearby stone ruin.
Tylla and the dragons would then step inside, the young woman's eyes immediately being drawn to a gigantic pile of gold, coin, and other treasures. While Tylla never had much use for wealth growing up, as her valley was self sufficient, she did know that they were coveted in the wider world. And apparently Angoril knew it as she seemed to be pleased with herself as she took a seat atop the treasure.
<<Did she rob the king of Adela?>> Vidas wondered, perhaps not meaning to share it over the beastspeak.
Tylla thought that perhaps Angoril did think of herself as a royal, as she sat on wealth and had a goblin attendant clean her paws of the debris of the river and forest. The river dragon would turn from her grooming, speaking to Tylla and Vidas. Apparently the goblins would see to their needs, and she would find ones who could speak Common. Also apparently they were to be taught how to speak goblin.
<<I thank you Mistress Angoril,>> said Tylla, <<Your courtesy is much appreciated.>>
Tylla was not lying when she said that. She truly thought that this would turn out to be a positive experience. Perhaps she would actually get a real bed for this night's sleep, and maybe some good food. Tylla briefly wondered what goblins ate.