Goblin bandits!

Humanity and the more civilized races may have forgotten about the fountain, but goblins sure hadn't. It was one of the major reasons they hadn't gone extinct, despite the combined efforts of every single mercenary, low-level adventurer, plucky farm kid, and large beast of prey.

Grilda, a rather voluptuous-looking goblin female, and leader of a group of bandits, was watching this large human woman muck about at their watering hole. She and the rest of her band had remained in hiding along the tree line, waiting to see if the woman would have simply taken a drink and been on her way.

"What do we do Grilda?" Asked one of the other goblins. "She looks way too scary to fight." The other goblins all nodded their heads in agreement.

Cowardice was another major reason Goblins were still around.

"Yes, but we can still take her stuff, look!" Grilda pointed towards the pack, boots, club, and other supplies Justine had left behind. "Just think what we could do with all that!"