"Nothing, surprisingly." Karl replied. "The only thing that actually ever happened was a couple dogs passing by. I thought they were wolves first, but they're just dogs, fat ones. They're surprsingly well-fed for a couple of strays."<br/><br/>"Go eat your breakfast. If we start walking right now, we can reach the next town by sunset," he added. "Unless something goes in our way, that is. Those damned mass of goblins two days ago almost delayed us. Even one of them has a match lock, and it can't even use the bloody thing properly to save its own life! The only way that goblins will ever get any gun is when they took it from some wealthy but witless traveler who does not properly watch after his belongings!"<br/><br/>He sighed, somewhat feeling frustrated about their encounter with the goblins. "But at least they're no longer a problem for anybody. Those things sure love raiding, robbing and pillaging people and towns, I tell you. And yet they still carry little gold on their pouches, and nobody really knows why."<br/><br/>"But," Karl looked at his surroundings while talking to Asher. "Enough talk about little, ugly and spiteful things. There's a still a loaf and a half of bread as food and a full waterskin for you. Maybe for lunch, you could have the remaining salted meat. And then have supper in the tavern when we reach town. And again, I will never stop reminding you to keep alert for any suspicious figure while traveling. At this pace of travel, we will reach Death Dog Creek by three or four days."