A month had passed since the duel with the Stonehide Chieftess, and the transformation was nothing short of miraculous. The goblin camp had turned into a proper town, the chaotic sprawl of tents and makeshift shelters replaced by unique and sophisticated buildings that rose from the earth like a testament to what goblins could achieve when given purpose and direction.
The mine entrance, once a gaping maw in the mountainside surrounded by mud and debris, now served as the town's beating heart, with structures radiating outward in organized clusters that spoke of careful planning rather than desperate survival.
