The goblins dragged me through the dense forest, their guttural voices echoing between the gnarled trees.
Their claws bit into my arms as they shoved me forward, but I kept my face blank, refusing to show any sign of fear or discomfort.
After what felt like hours, we emerged into a small clearing where a jagged cave mouth loomed ahead.
The air reeked of rot and damp earth, and faint sounds, the clang of metal, filtered out from within.
The goblins barked at each other in their harsh, guttural language as they shoved me inside.
As we got closer, faint murmurs and groans reached my ears, growing louder with every step.
The cave was dimly lit by flickering torches stuck into the ground.
The walls were rough and damp, their surfaces glistening with moisture.
The space was alive with the unsettling hum of goblin activity.
