I would need to be more careful, that was all too clear to me, but instead of the frustration I thought would come, I felt excited — and wasn't that strange? My mission had just become harder, and I was excited. The idea of following a target, planning it out, setting an ambush — it all had my heart racing. I had tried to ignore it, but it's been building like an itch in the back of my head ever since I first arrived here. It's clear the hunt has some appeal to me. I'd never thought of hunting as something that would interest me, but the idea didn't turn me off as it might others.
Anyway, I'm rambling. I need to find something to eat and some water. It's a miracle I haven't gotten hungry or thirsty yet, but that's a problem that's going to come up. I have two options: start a fire and try to cook one of the goblins — but even if I pulled that off, it would only solve one of my problems. Not to mention it would just be sending a signal to everyone in the surroundings: hey, look over here, something interesting is happening — and we can't have that.
The second option is to find wherever the goblins store food. They need to eat and drink too, and with the amount of goblins, they would need lots of food — and they'd have to put it somewhere. My only problem is the group of two or three goblins that seem to never leave the only door, other than the hole in the wall. Wait — that might work. I move the loose wall of the box and look down at the maze of boxes and the goblins that seem to always be around, night or day.