The air blew gently over the leaves, making a melody sound to accompany the birds' song.
The river flowed calmly, while acrobatic fish splashed in it.
It was like a musical show, a show only nature could perform.
A beauty reserved only for those who know how to observe.
Goblins weren't among those.
Creatures mutated eras ago by the essence that emanates from outside the veil.
They retained some consciousness, they could communicate, create habitats, even create tools and trade.
However, most goblins didn't manage to obtain such skills, since they were accustomed to simply looting and stealing.
Goblins had lost empathy, they didn't even feel affection for their young.
But still they were intelligent, and together very dangerous.
This tribe in general was more isolated, while sometimes they made trips to be able to rob nearby villages, their lair was too far from civilization for that.
It was all the beast-men's fault.
