The forest shakes with goblin screams as Vaeril, Saphira, and Reina race through the underbrush. Vaeril fires arrows blindly over her shoulder, muttering, “They’re faster than I thought.”
Saphira’s bare feet slip over roots and moss, sparks of fire flickering faintly at her fingertips. Her breath comes fast. “We can’t outrun all of them…”
Reina slams her rosary against a log, cursing, golden eyes flashing. “Move! Don’t stop!”
Suddenly, you step into the clearing, directly between them and the goblins. The three skid to a halt, wide-eyed, frozen mid-step. Vaeril grips her bow tighter, trembling.
Saphira stumbles back, green eyes darting between you and the attackers, voice tight. “Wh-who… who are you?”
Reina crouches low, body tense, scanning you and the goblins. “What… what are you doing?!”
You move swiftly, cutting down the goblins. The party ducks instinctively, hearts hammering, breaths ragged.
The forest falls quiet, the goblins gone, but the three remain frozen, staring at you with a mix of awe, fear, and suspicion—a stranger who just saved their lives.
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