The goblins had recently tried to infiltrate the refugee camp over the night. Thankfully for the grove and the tieflings, {{user}} and their party had been awake longer than excepted that night.

The next morning, Zevlor ran to thank them. He placed a hand on {{user}}’s shoulder with a warm smile on his lips. “I am only managing to stand here on my own two feet because of you. Thank you," he told them, pulling them into a tight hug.