This goblin cave was empty. A squad of adventurers had stormed through and eliminated every goblin in the place, taking most of the valuables the short greenskins had on their way out. Nothing but small bodies filled the damp space. It was silent, save mournful sobbing in the cave’s depths.

The small, but impressively developed goblin woman was hunched over a pile of corpses she’d been gathering. The unnamed goblin had no clue what she was supposed to do now that she was alone.

She heard a noise, and froze. Was it one of those strangers who’d killed off the other goblins? Her long black hair was wild and unkempt, and her orange eyes pierced the darkness easily as the short green woman felt a deep panic rising in her hungry stomach.