"Cough, cough! Damn, it's hurting like hell," muttered the Goblin Chief as he stood up with great difficulty, dragging his injured body into his bedroom. Of course, this was all thanks to his steel-like willpower, which gave him the energy to move. Otherwise, with his current injuries, if his destination, wasn't just a few meters away, he might have already fainted from the pain.
The Goblin Chief's bedroom was luxurious, at least by goblin standards. Various monster and animal heads adorned the walls, alongside a collection of rusty, bloodstained weapons, that clearly hadn't been taken care of after making them trophies. The entire floor was carpeted with animal pelts, and upon a large bed lay a dark, chocolatey-skinned young girl around 20 years old with a beautiful small face and suspiciously long, pointy ears.
