There were a bit of dry land and some cattails in the distance. And two or three medium-sized trees too: the trees were mostly scattered though.
We went there. I gathered some wood from the trees and the cotton from the cattails. But there was just one problem. All my godstones were gone thanks to my arm being cut off- so I didn't quite know how to make a fire in this place. Last night I could make a fire with flintstones cause it was dry. But this place was anything but dry.
I did have a flintstone but I doubted it'd work with this humid condition. I still gave it a few shots and after half a dozen tries, gave up.
"You better get used to raw food kid."
The thing gave me a rather disgusted look. "Gryole."
"What"
"That's my name."
A goblin. A name.
I couldn't help but chuckle.
Oddly my sense of humor was still here, it must have been changed a little.
