Trash went down like he lived, a worthless waste of space. He wouldn't have put up a good fight anyway, and as death by adventurers went his was a mercy killing. Still, Aya hardly put a dent in the goblin population with that kill, nor could a pathetic creature like that have been cause for the sobbing retreat of a group of novice warriors. Better and more dangerous goblins lay ahead.<br/><br/>The ravine was a cramped trail uphill, but no other sentry was around looking out for intruders. Perhaps they were all enjoying themselves inside with food and, just maybe, a warm female body. Pushovers they may be in small numbers, but goblins were rapacious little beasts and the ruin of many female settlers and adventurers alike.<br/><br/>In the distance the forest cleared into a bare hilltop with rocky outcroppings. At the summit was the entrance, marked clearly by a smoking campfire at the door with two goblins cooking a meal. No doubt the hillside was full of goblin holes for them to swarm out of however, and if she wasn't carefully Aya could fall in one without warning.