Ethan and Evelyn walked side by side, leaving the shelter of the forest behind. The other guards followed them, with Alaric right in the middle.
Each of them chose a tent and then went inside.
As soon as Ethan passed through the piece of cloth serving as a door, he shuddered, his nose wrinkling as a putrid stench of feces and rotten meat invaded his nostrils.
There were about three goblins in that hut, lying comfortably on piles of leather that hadn't been properly tanned and that gave off a rotten, terrible stench.
When he took a step forward, he felt his foot sink into rotten food scraps and goblin excrement, the terrible smell becoming even worse.
One of the goblins opened his eyes, sleepily.
He barely had time to notice the blade that immediately sank into his throat. The creature struggled and thrashed, unable to make any sound other than bloody gurgles.
His greenish hands grabbed Ethan's sword, shredding themselves as he tried to fight with all his might.
