It starts with a groan...

You come to the following morning face down in the dirt. You feel sore all over, you reek of sex, and you've got a very specific taste in your mouth.

You roll over onto your back and try to process where you are and what happened last night. You never were a morning person, and it ends up taking you a good minute or so for your brain to warm up. Once it does, you quickly sit up and look around.

You're still by the side of the road, near the big tree and the rocky outcropping (no wonder your back hurts so much). The goblins are gone, and other than a few discarded and completely inedible food scraps and other detritus, they didn't leave anything beyond.

You stand up on wobbly legs, trying to rub the stiffness out of your muscles with little success and completely fail to notice the crudely drawn tattoo on your ass cheek that says "Property of Grilda."

You're hungry, you're sore, you're dirty, you stink, you're cold, you're alone, and YOU ARE COMPLETELY NAKED out in the middle of nowhere.