I stood in the eerie silence of the Goblin Forest, my heart pounding and my mind racing. I couldn't shake off the frustration and embarrassment of being fooled so easily. But amidst the turmoil, a thought emerged—this could be a chance to put my recent training to the test.
I gripped the elven dagger tighter, its familiar weight and subtle glow reminding me of the lessons Alvar had drilled into me. I was eager to see how long I could last with the sword without magic against the goblins.
Taking a deep breath, I focused on my surroundings. My elven instructor had taught me the importance of awareness and the ability to anticipate an enemy's moves.
I moved silently through the underbrush, my senses heightened, every rustle of leaves and snap of twigs sharpening my focus.
The leader of the goblins smirked, gesturing for his goons to take care of me. "So, you chose to die, huh? Well then, suit yourself, traveler."
