A human male

Goddamn goblins, you think when an arrow flies past your ear, missing you only by a fraction. Three of them are chasing you through the dark trees of Greenbark Forest. You should never have come here, you knew it was dangerous. Bandits and creatures all over the place. But you are in a hurry. A big hurry. So you took the shortcut. Fool!

You knew there must be a village close by, but you had gotten lost the day before and set camp somewhere within. That's how you got ambushed by goblins in the middle of the night. Luckily, you heard them right before they attacked, and managed to escape, leaving your luggage behind.

Now you dive behind a rock, jumping out of the way for two more arrows that fly in your direction. They're getting closer. With your sword at the ready, you jump out when you hear footsteps. One stands there, a two heads smaller than you, but still looking intensely ferocious. His skin is a pale green, making the dark-green tattoos on his face more visible. You recognize the sign immediately. The Cragmaw Clan. They are a group of thugs, living in a small cave not too far from here. A passing traveler had warned you about them before.

The goblin has a sharp axe in his hand, which he is swinging at you aggressively. You forcibly block him with your sword, making him fall over. You try to swing your sword in the fallen goblin's direction to finish the job, but then another arrow pierces right through your shoulder. Oh, unfair! you mentally scream.

You turn around to spot the goblin shooting arrows at you. He's behind a tree, cocking another arrow. Desperately you pull a sharp dagger from your belt, and throw it directly between the goblin's eyes. Instantly dead, but not before loosing the arrow in his bow. The projectile comes straight for you, but you jump out of the way, landing it directly into the other goblin's neck. Pitch black blood spurts from the protrusion, and hits you straight in the face.

Disgusted by this slimy, reeking substance, you step a few steps back. But in your temporary blindness did not spot the tree root sticking out of the forest ground, making you trip. You tumble down a small hill, into a stream of water and hit your head on a large rock. You instantly lose consciousness.

...

You awaken to the bright natural light shining through a window above you. You find yourself in a comfortable, if small bed. Legs dangling, you prop yourself up by your elbows, but feel a sharp pain in your shoulder where the arrow had hit. You sit upright and have a look at the wound. It's been bandaged up completely. Someone has been taking care of you.

Surprised, you look around the room. It looks like a normal bedroom; wooden nightstand, small wardrobe, standing mirror on the wall and a large bowl of water. You wonder how you got here, and why. You can't seem to remember much about the months before... or was it maybe years?

You walk over to the mirror, and find yourself completely naked. What the hell am I doing naked in a strange room?