It starts with a groan...

Hilda comes to the following morning face down in the dirt. She's sore all over, reeks of sex, and has a very specific taste in her mouth.

She rolls over onto her back and tries to process where she is and what happened last night. She's never been a morning person, and it ends up taking her a good minute or so for her brain to warm up. Once it does, she quickly sits up and looks around.

She's still by the side of the road, near the big tree and the rocky outcropping (no wonder my back hurts so much). The goblins are gone, and other than a few discarded and completely inedible food scraps and other detritus, they didn't leave anything beyond.

She stands up on wobbly legs, trying to rub the stiffness out of her muscles with little success, completely failing to notice the crudely drawn tattoo on her ass cheek that says "Property of Grilda."

She pulls her arms around herself and looks around, feeling bewildered.

I'm hungry, sore, dirty, I stink, I'm cold, I'm alone, and I'M COMPLETELY NAKED out in the middle of nowhere.