The lake seemed to split up into several smaller rivers, one of which I had followed.
As I started walking toward the lake, I felt a strange presence nearby. I looked over to a nearby thicket, where a single green head was poking out and staring at me. I squinted to take a better look at what appeared to be a goblin.
It was about one meter tall and had nothing but some simple linen cloth tied around its waist. According to the books I’d read since I got here, goblins were both dumber and weaker than humans; but they also reproduced very quickly, so they rarely traveled alone. They lived off of meat and even ate humans when they could. If they came across human women, they would assault and impregnate them, which was why they were nicknamed “woman hunters.”
Defeating a goblin by yourself
