The guards had fled at the first twig snap, aspiring to find better paying work. Perhaps they had made the right choice.
"Let us pass! We carry no valuables," the coachmen pleaded.
The goblins didn't believe this and swarmed the carts, revealing scrolls, tomes and booklets.
They ran off with the lot.
The Human King had deemed those works worth destroying but the goblins weren't his subjects.
Their society flourished in the ashes of his.