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Chapter 8 by Grongo

What's this strange smell like?

Dirty, foul and there's a lot of it

Your porcine nose scrunched up and your brows instinctively frowned. The scent you had picked up was not appetizing in the least, and there seemed to be a lot of it. Curious as to what exactly it's source is, you begin following the trail.

Passing through a few bushes, between some trees, you eventually see a stony overhang like formation. Hiding away in it's shade is a large pack of diminutive green humanoids.

Goblins

You quickly deduce. You've heard adventurers speak about them before, mostly referring to them as nothing more than an annoyance, and this lot fit the bill.

Looking a bit closer, they were all fairly skinny, all wore a simple loincloth and their hands and legs were coated in dirt and filth. Few of them wielded any sort of weapon, if you could even call branches and stones "weapons". However one goblin stood out, he was a head taller than the rest, had a mask fashioned out of tree bark and wielded a rusted, battered shortsword.

The goblins seemed to be just mucking about currently, some picking their nose, others pacing about in circles and some just sitting and looking really bored. They haven't noticed you yet...

What do you do now?

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