And so they set off. The sea breeze trail was delightfully peaceful, with not many dangers unless you consider rabbits and the occasional fox threatening. Even the goblins who were said to exist here were not immediately present, though occasionally you’d run across a stone or tree with strange markings on it. “Goblin Markings,” Pylia would explain. “Despite how crude and barbaric they are, they have some semblance of intelligence and understanding. These marks show which tribe lives in this area. Though beyond that, I don’t know what the symbol means.”

But soon you’d come across the end of the sea breeze trail to a forest. It’s been about thirty minutes of walking and despite that, the wooden towers of the military camp don’t seem to be any closer. “Through this forest is the camp. Stay on your toes. While the path should be mostly clear, we will certainly be going through goblin territory. With any luck there should be patrols keeping the road safe but if not well...” Pylia strapped her shield on and put a hand on her dagger. “Well let’s go.”