A village?
Peering through the trees ahead, he could faintly make out a half-finished wooden wall.
But the wall was ridiculously short.
Based on the nearby trees, it was probably only about three meters high at most.
"Goblins?" Orelia asked, nervously gripping her hammer.
"I don't remember goblin dens being this clean. Unless there are some neat-freak goblins down south."
"But the map I have doesn't mark any village here." Colin put away his map and drew his Hand Half Sword. "Anyway, let's go check it out. It's so close to the main road, it makes no sense for monsters to be out in the open like this."
The others drew their weapons and cautiously approached the wooden wall.
The wall clearly had several gaps, and freshly cut logs were scattered all around. It looked like whoever was building it had only recently started.
From within the walls came the continuous murmur of scattered conversations and the faint glow of firelight.
