"One goblin got away, and I'm going to make sure he doesn't escape and terrorize more people. I will stop him at any cost."
"Oh how brave of you." Says the woman as she swoons.
You laugh a little nervously at this, not really used to the attention. "Oh, it's not really anything special. In the grand scheme of things I'm only a moderately good fighter. After all the fact that these goblins were only novices themselves just makes me look stronger than I actually am."
"Oh, stop being so modest." Says the woman. "No matter how one looks at it, saving a village is not a simple task."
"I suppose you're right, but still. there are some people out there who could defeat me in two seconds flat, if that even." You look out towards the door. "Well I should probably head off now. I don't really want to let that goblin get to far away."
"Alright then." Says the woman, smiling.
You exit the door, taking your equipment with you. An iron sword, a leather breastplate, a dagger, some rope, and a small vial filled with a magical liquid capable of healing you. Or in other words, a health potion.
Reaching the site of the battle you begin to search for tracks in hopes of finding the last goblin. After a couple of minutes you manage to actually find his tracks and start following them. This continues for quite some time before the tracks stop completely. The goblin must have been smart, trying to hide his tracks from you. You decide to continue searching for his tracks and ultimately...
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