As W and his goblins trekked on they came across no hindrances. For some reason that gave W an eerie feeling.
'We should speed up' In the end, all he did to combat this was to hurry the goblins. They were all behind him initially but as the march continued it started to resemble something more of a holy pilgrimage than a move.
Some goblins would become exhausted and carried by others and even W himself now had two on his shoulder. To make matters worse, they kept on touching his body.
'This strength blessing came back to bite me in such a strange way…' W muttered inwardly before slapping the hand of one of the goblins. The fantasy world he lived in only became weirder the longer he lived in it.
'To be harassed by gob-' W who was in the midst of his complaining suddenly turned solemn after seeing a dagger fly past him.
"Tsk" Someone then said. W tried to turn to them but before he knew it there was a second dagger.
