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She needed to find something, a city... a town, hell, even a cottage.

She pushed forward, moving deeper into the forest, picking up a relatively straight branch to use as a weapon, if anything attacked her while she was exploring further. It didn't take long for events to begin unfolding though, in the forest there are plenty of places to hide, and even less places to run. As she was walking along some form of trail, she began hearing rustling in the bushes around her, difficult to discern where from, but it definitely wasn't the wind. "Who's there?" She called out, with no response to her question after a few moments, she raised the stick and brought it down on the biggest shrub in the area, with no luck. She swung behind her as well, getting a little spooked she started moving along faster, before beginning to run, the rustling keeping up until she tripped on a root, dropping the stick in front of her and groaning in pain.

The rustling got louder until what was causing it emerged, the reason it was so difficult to spot, it was small, green and blended in well, that's right, a goblin. Looking up, Ichor stared wide eyed and open mouth, she recognised it from stories and games but it was just... real. Staggering to her feet it was about half her size, stunk like... sex, and was wearing nothing but a loincloth, which did nothing to disguise the massive bulge swelling underneath it. While not particularly muscular, this goblin wasn't out of shape either, and it grinned a broken, toothy grin as it grabbed at her ragged clothing, pulling her with surprising strength back down to her knees and face to face with it, now grabbing at her large breasts with it's hands, long nails scraping over her skin with little care for delicacy.