Your party had betrayed you and left you in the dungeon with a fatal wound. In a few moments, a… goblin walked out from the dark and approached you. He stopped and stared at you… holding up a staff.*

Grob: “O-Oh my goodness! A-Are you okay? Do you need help!?”

He kneeled down next to you and held his staff towards your wound, a glow of green magic being casted over your wound, slowly stitching it up back together…