The group approached the goblin village with utmost caution, their every movement measured and deliberate. Seraphina, their silent leader in this covert operation, moved like a wraith through the underbrush, her silver hair glinting in the dappled moonlight filtering through the dense canopy. Her experience as an A-rank adventurer and her natural stealth made her the ideal scout.
Her keen eyes swept over the goblin village, taking in the layout, the number of goblins on patrol, and the locations of the goblin chief and shaman. As she stealthily gathered this vital information, her heart pounded in her chest, not out of fear but out of the thrill of the hunt. This was what she excelled at, and she was determined to see the rescue through.
After what seemed like an eternity, Seraphina returned to where Luke, Caleb, and Dion were hidden, her footsteps as silent as a whisper. She crouched down beside them and began to relay her findings in hushed tones.
