The air whistled melodiously through the tree branches, while the pale light of the two moons banished the night's darkness.
Before Lloyd was a cave with rocky walls and moss growing on them.
Cautiously, the young man took a step inside the cave and began to walk deeper and deeper into the cave.
With each step the air became denser, more loaded.
The smell was especially unpleasant, though it was to be expected knowing he was entering the goblins' lair.
While he was cautious, the boy also didn't fear what he was going to face.
They were goblins, nothing to fear.
Compared to Siegfried, goblins were simple child's play.
The boy continued going deeper and deeper through the stone corridor, which became increasingly tiny.
Though fortunately, he wasn't too big either.
Soon a light became visible, it wasn't the light of the sun or moon, but of fire.
It was dim and muted, as if it struggled to purge the shadows hiding inside the mountain.
