As I stood there, I debated whether to head into the warm desert or venture into the freezing tundra. Honestly, I don't really like the heat. Cooling down isn't easy without modern conveniences—no fans, no air conditioning here. Building a fire in the tundra seemed easier than trying to create a breeze in the desert. So, I decided to go with the tundra. I wasn't going to question why a desert was right next to a tundra. This place doesn't make sense anyway.
I trekked on, encountering the occasional snow fox or a pack of wolves. Don't worry—I quickly dismembered them. Storing meat in this frozen landscape is easy; it's like living in an open freezer. I even looked forward to going ice skiing at some point. As I continued, I started noticing more and more green things. Please, don't let it be goblins.
Then I saw a giant wall looming in the distance. Well, whatever it was, I decided to avoid it. It seemed like more trouble than it was worth.
Eventually, I stumbled upon a tundra equivalent of an oasis. A few pine trees dotted the landscape around a small frozen lake, with some berry bushes nearby and a bit of wildlife. It seemed like the perfect spot to set up camp and get a feel for this place. You can never be too cautious in the wilderness. I grabbed my pre-made tent, set it up, and started a fire. That took longer than I expected because I hadn't realized I needed to shave the bark first, thanks to the snow making everything moist. After shaving it down, I managed to get a fire going with some flint and steel, and I cooked up some fox meat. Too bad there's basically no seasoning here.
After lunch, I decided to explore and map out the area. I realized choosing a massive camp while I was still just a Level One noob was a terrible idea. I'd probably have better luck mooching off some giant clan than trying to manage that. But this small spot was perfect for now.
While I was scouting the area, I noticed a goblin trying to steal from a pack of wolves. Genius move—sarcasm. The wolves nearly tore him apart, but oddly enough, they let him go, which confused me. I watched as the goblin ran toward that giant wall I had seen earlier. It finally hit me: this was a goblin encampment.
Great. Well, maybe making peace with the goblins wouldn't be the worst idea. I mean, all they've done so far is steal my toilet paper, and I only killed that one goblin. No one else seemed to notice, so maybe befriending them could be useful. At least I wouldn't have to deal with constant raids—that would be beyond annoying