You cant cast spells very well lying face-down in the dirt, and so it takes you a second to get up.
As you stand, a small spear whis- tles past. With an arcane word and a flourish of one hand, you send a small bolt of fire into the one who threw the spear. The go- blin drops to the ground thrashing in flames. Reginold hacks down another. The remaining three run away, whooping and yipping.
Their cries are joined by others from the dark forest all around you. The calls are numerous, and you estimate there are far too many goblins to fight toe-to-toe.
"It's a hunting party! Probably tracking wild game. We humans are a delicacy, much better than mutton," Reginold says.
You regard the two dead goblins on the ground. Dead goblins are worth ten gold pieces per head in the city. Luckily, you don't need to carry their heads around. The city authorities will accept their left ears.
What do you do?