Something skulks through the trees...

As you slept, something had caught sight of your fire. The thing had scuttled back to it's tribe and blabbed in it's savage tongue, letting it's compatriots know of the sleeping paladin that had so foolishly stepped onto their turf, and had the sheer nerve to sleep! After gesturing madly, the goblins nodded to each other, and four of them slunk out of their little fortified camp. Most carried crude spears and knives, their tattered loincloths fluttering in the breeze, but one carried no weapon. Only a small clutch of odd looking berries in it's little green hands. Each goblin was only 4 feet tall, with long gangly arms and large, hooked noses. They were known for their mischievousness and their penchant for evil. Horrid little creatures they were.

As you slumbered, the goblins slunk closer and closer. They saw you, your armour laid beside your sleeping form, and that holy greatsword underneath your pillow. Their plan was to get close to the sleeping intruder, and feed the young paladin one of those berries. They were a powerful aphrodisiac, and maybe they'd be able to keep you addicted long enough to break you and bring you back to the camp, where they have a most inglorious fate planned for yourself.

The goblins got closer and closer... Their vile purpose painted clearly on their faces...