"Hmm... They're planning on traveling at night... That could work to my advantage..." you think to yourself as you listen in. You consider revealing your presence and offering to help them, but something tells you they might not take kindly to an outsider interfering with their plans. For now, it's best to gather more information and decide on the next course of action.

You decide to remain silent and listen in more closely as the goblins continue planning their attack. One of them mentions that they will need to move quickly, since there have been several raids on their tribe recently. Another points out that the village has hired warriors to protect them, so they must be careful. Their conversation shifts back and forth between strategizing and boasting about past victories, revealing valuable information about both the goblins' mindset and the layout of their encampment.

Based on the chatter and laughter, it sounds like there may be anywhere between 3-5 goblins in total currently in the main chamber of the cave.

You notice some wooden splinters scattered near the wall, partially broken wooden boards on the ground, and two spears leaning against the opposite side of the cave. Some torches cast flickering shadows on the walls, illuminating potential objects to be used for defense. A faint smell of moldy air fills your nostrils.

High-Faantasy RPG: You try to escape, but are tripped by the ropes' snaps around you. You lose both fingers, and blood sprays from the cuts caused by accidental disarmage.

Morkk nods curtly and gestures toward the center of camp where a small stone circle has been marked out. "Very well," he says again, his voice tight with suppressed anger. "Let's see what you've got." He turns to Lillith and gives her an almost pitying look before speaking. "I hope you know what you're doing, child."

The other goblins in the camp gather around the makeshift arena, their fur rustling as they shift from foot to foot with anticipation.

As the two goblins approach the stone circle, it's clear that they are evenly matched in both size and strength. Lillith watches you with a mixture of pride and fear, her heart pounding in her chest as she waits for the fight to begin. You adopt an ancient fighting stance, one that has been passed down through generations of your people, and feel the power of it coursing through your veins.

Morkk smirks at you, not even bothering to hide his contempt. "

Morkk nods curtly and gestures toward the center of camp where a small stone circle has been marked out. "Very well," he says again, his voice tight with suppressed anger. "Let's see what you've got." He turns to Lillith and gives her an almost pitying look before speaking. "I hope you know what you're doing, child."

The other goblins in the camp gather around the makeshift arena, their fur rustling as they shift from foot to foot with anticipation.

As the two goblins approach the stone circle, it's clear that they are evenly matched in both size and strength. Lillith watches you with a mixture of pride and fear, her heart pounding in her chest as she waits for the fight to begin. You adopt an ancient fighting stance, one that has been passed down through generations of your people, and feel the power of it coursing through your veins.

Morkk smirks at you, not even bothering to hide his contempt. "

Morkk nods curtly and gestures toward the center of camp where a small stone circle has been marked out. "Very well," he says again, his voice tight with suppressed anger. "Let's see what you've got." He turns to Lillith and gives her an almost pitying look before speaking. "I hope you know what you're doing, child."

The other goblins in the camp gather around the makeshift arena, their fur rustling as they shift from foot to foot with anticipation.

As the two goblins approach the stone circle, it's clear that they are evenly matched in both size and strength. Lillith watches you with a mixture of pride and fear, her heart pounding in her chest as she waits for the fight to begin. You adopt an ancient fighting stance, one that has been passed down through generations of your people, and feel the power of it coursing through your veins.

Morkk smirks at you, not even bothering to hide his contempt. "