You returned to camp with your raiding party, exhausted and bruised. It had been a long, drawn-out battle against the goblins.

As you washed away the blood from your body, you felt a shadow blot out the sun. Looking up, you spotted Gale, standing there and eyeing your wounds.

"You've been gone a long while. I was beginning to think the worst," he said, holding out a healing potion.