His awareness returned slowly, greeted by a throbbing in his shoulder and arm. As he focused on it, it grew more painful, until Trei wished he’d stayed asleep. But it was too late for that, and he felt himself stirring.
The pain was from a wound, wasn’t it? Ah. He’d fought another goblin. Where were all these goblins coming from?
But underneath his irritation, now that he knew he was still alive, he felt a growing sense of pride. Fighting a goblin wasn’t like fighting a man. They were monsters, the kinds of things that people couldn’t be expected to stand against alone. And yet he’d survived fighting two. That gave him a small sense of contentedness. He’d prefer fighting a man he could actually beat, of course, but this wasn’t nothing.
Opening his eyes, he blinked to adjust to the ligh
