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The woman couldn't have agreed more. The Goblin population seemed more an infestation than anything else, pushing out communities here and there, and setting up their own camps by way of resources that were already available. However, they are also creatures of fairly easy flight response, and will usually only attack when they know their numbers outweigh the competition.

“Vah’lux.” The Goliath nodded toward the other, “And yes, others will most definitely come, if they are not already nearby, signalled by the smoke from the fires.”  She motioned toward the blackened pine near the edge of the clearing. “It is only good that a single tree had been affected, and not several acres as I have seen before.” The Goliath shook her head, thinking back to a previous encounter with Goblins, and their destructive presence upon the woodlands. 

“In any case…” She continued, walking over toward both spots to retrieve her javelins. “It is time to move on.” Vah’lux pulled the first weapon out of the trunk of the tree, as the corpse of the creature slid from the shaft and crumpled to the ground. As she walked over a few meters to retrieve the second, the woman stopped for a moment to listen. The clanging of armor and weapons, and the muffled chatterings of the Goblin language was carried along with the breeze blowing in the adventurers direction. After grabbing the second javelin, the Goliath signalled to Brennen, pointing to her ear first, then the direction of where the sounds were coming from. 

“We need to go. Now” She whispered, passing closely by the other. “There is a river to the west, not far from here. I suggest we cross it to throw off any trails, then we may go our separate ways.”