The following day.
Adam slowly opened his groggy eyes and yawned as he rubbed them. Then, he lazily stretched his limbs. He looked around at the makeshift cave he had carved inside the stem of a large mushroom tree. "It's surprisingly comfy."
After traveling the whole day on foot yesterday, he had made some progress in tracking down the goblin lair.
On his way, he had come across many goblin patrols consisting of at least a dozen goblins. He avoided the ones he could and killed the ones he couldn't.
After having spent close to fifteen hours tracking the lair, he decided to rest for the night. Or day. He didn't know. After all, there was no concept of day and night. Not inside the Mushroom Forest at least.
So he chose a tall mushroom tree and carved a cave toward the top. Additionally, he also held a ritual to summon a spirit from the Spirit World who would keep guard.
