text: While Kor and his men charge the goblins, and gaining, you slowly walk after them.
  
  You are weary to the bones, and your mental resources are nearly depleted due to the exhaustion earlier. It would be of no use to anyone if you fell unconcious by trying to slay a few goblins.
  
  A couple of minutes later, and the guards are engaged with the goblins. Indeed, the goblins do not stand a chance against the trained fighters, but one of them manages to escape.
  > You do nothing. What harm can one single goblin do?
  You judge your mental resources too low to be able to weave a spell that would do more than tickle the goblin, and thus you let him escape.
  
  The guards have finished dealing with the other three, but the fleeing goblin is too far away.
  
  Kor curses, when he notices that one got away, but everyone agrees that he's too far away.
  
  "The bugger's probably goin' ta get his friends on our heels within the hour", he mutters. "Let's get away from here."
  
  
  You agree on this, and you head away from the road, to make camp somewhere safe.
  
  You are in no shape for guard duty, and so the three men share it among themselves. Food is scarce, but sleep is all you need. Before you hit your blanket, you are already fast asleep.
  
  
  A battlecry wakes you in the middle of the night. Bleary-eyed you need a few seconds to get your bearing, and that is all the goblin standing behind you needs to ram a barbed spear through your body.
  
  A pain you never knew before fills you, and you faint the moment you see the spearhead protruding from your chest, falling into a darkness from where there is no awakening...