No one needed to be reminded of what goblins were, but for those who needed to know…
Goblins were small monsters. They were low- to mid-tier threats at best—unless they came in swarms numbering in the thousands, they were not considered a serious danger. Exceptions existed, of course—dangerous subspecies like Red Caps, and a few others, or perhaps advanced types like Hobgoblins, who grew to the size of a man, or worse, Great Goblins, that grew to the size of a troll.
However, most were just small, especially the common green types barely half the height of a man.
They were weak... or at least, that was the case.
No one took them seriously…. Except newbie adventurers.
So why did Damon's heart pound? Why did his shadow tremble, urging him to flee?
Yet Damon wanted to see this. He couldn't leave, this distance was far from safe.
'Curiosity killed the cat, and satisfaction brought it back… assuming I live to enjoy the feeling.'
