It starts with a groan...

Hilda comes to the following morning face down in the dirt. She feels sore all over and has a nasty taste in her mouth that she hopes is just from the dirt.

The knight rolls over onto her back and tries to process where she is and what happened last night. Hilda'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 pretty close to 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 so is all of Hilda's gear. Nothing has been left behind, other than a few discarded and completely inedible food scraps and other detritus.

Hilda stands up on wobbly legs, trying to rub the stiffness out of her muscles with little success and notices practically every inch of her skin is now covered in foul language and crudely drawn genitalia. She takes stock of her situation and whimpers.

She's hungry, sore, dirty, cold, alone, and COMPLETELY NAKED out in the middle of nowhere.