His Elven ears located it before his eyes did. Their chanting. The guttural yells. The annoyingly high pitch. There were goblins ahead, and not just a few, but a whole tribe of them. Instinctively, his ranger training kicked in and he slammed himself against the nearest wall. Rather painfully too, as his inflated cheeks scraped against the stone. Wincing in pain, Ty took a moment to steel himself before sneaking through the open door ahead.
What greeted Ty was a scene of goblin disarray; below him was a camp of goblins at least 50 strong, the vast majority of which were slacking off: gambling, drinking, and jerking off. Only a few were standing guard, making any attempts at stealth almost trivial. More important than that, though, was what he saw in the center of the camp. An Orc woman, most likely Steph! And she was...