Only a fool would go in blind

You pull out your torch, a small wooden stick with the tip wrapped in an oil soaked cloth, and manage to light it. You are glad you did, because now you can see the intricate murals along the walls of the ancient ruins. By the mural depections, it seems this facility was a trading post between earth dwelling dwarves and some surface civilization in ancient times.

This could be both good news and bad. Good news, because trading posts may mean hidden treasure. Bad because anything dealing with ancient dwarves normally meant emerald deep facilities, and many times some uncovered horror that they accidentally unleashed do to their greed. Atleast that is what you have always heard from the tall tales of your village.

You slowly and carefully make your way through ancient hallways, on the lookout for both traps and movement. It doesn’t take long until you spot a goblin hiding in a darkened elevated corner, obviously waiting in a now failed hiding attempt to attack the back of any that fail to notice them. Startled at being caught, the goblin springs into a rushed attack.