Rocky hill over caves any night!

You choose the rocky hill, leaping up on rock after rock gracefully, briefly looking back to see the goblin horde emerge from the foliage. Goblin warriors, bugbears, and even three hobgoblins come forward only to stop at the edge, balefully looking back at out.

Why did they stop? Some of the goblins stared at the hill with fear while shouting at you in their language. Some of the bugbears were outright laughing at you before the leading hobgoblin, one curvaceous bitch covered in heavy armor only on her chest and straps on her legs to holster her weapons, silenced them and made her followers turn back.

She stared at you and when the last of the horde left, she flipped you off and went back to the forest with her kinsmen.

You growled in irritation before turning back to face the rocky and high landscape. What about this are made them act like that Were they that bad at climbing? Whatever, the thoughts of weak monsters meant nothing. You continued onward to the top, eager to see what awaited atop this more barren landscape.

For some reason, you felt as though the cave or even the goblins may have been a better option.