Observe my camp

You awake as usual to the smells of a fresh cooking eggs and ham, fainted muted by the smells of the freshly split wood of your new shack. You are starting to wonder exactly how these now enormously pregnant goblin girls are managing to catch prey in the forest, but you are just glad they do indeed seem capable of fending for themselves. You venture outside your small, mostly unfurnished, shack, onto the plateau. Your wooden wall cordoning off your plateau seems secure and sturdy as ever; something would have to be seriously dedicated to get through your sharpened stakes and scale this wall to get to you and your ready to burst goblin wives. Still, it's no castle.