The two acted according to plan. Kane remained in the hut to secretly undergo the trial, while Anvil was responsible for sending the signal for rebellion.
He took a deep breath, as though he had made some kind of resolve, then began flailing his arms and dancing about. With strange cries, he charged out of the slave camp, even grabbing mud from the ground and smearing it across his face and beard.
"Hehe, it's glowing... the stone is glowing..."
He babbled incoherently, as if he had gone mad, then slammed headfirst into the support pillar of a nearby hut, making the entire shack tremble.
The guarding goblins were startled at first, but once they saw that it was merely a mad dwarf, they immediately burst into piercing laughter.
"This guy's gone crazy."
"He must be hallucinating from hunger."
The Goblin Overseer strode over in disgust, raised a foot clad in a tattered leather boot, and viciously kicked Anvil in the stomach.
"Get back, you stinking thing. Don't stand here and block the way."
Anvil staggered from the kick and fell onto the ground. Still grinning foolishly, he crawled back toward his hut on all fours, muttering mad nonsense like, "Morgul's eyes are watching me."
The goblins laughed even louder, completely letting down their guard. They thought it was just another dull scene of slaves breaking down in their daily misery.
Yet when the Corrupted Believers scattered throughout the corners of the various camps saw this, they immediately understood that it was the signal Kane had given them.
Were they moving ahead of schedule?
That made sense. The timing was perfect now.
At that thought, the believers' hearts began hammering wildly. They quietly withdrew into their huts or the shadows and began preparing for the trial.
Inside Anvil's hut, Little