The Lair of Thieves

Back in the wilderness, W was following the goblin that grabbed a piece of his bone. All along, he could only lament his situation.

'Why are you biting it!?' He was appalled whenever he saw this action. Would he later have to inhabit this body that was covered in goblin slobber? Granted skeletons couldn't feel or smell anything so there would be no discomfort but the knowledge alone was discomforting.

While being tortured like this for over ten minutes, the scrawny green goblin finally made it to an extremely suspicious hill. There were many trees and bushes littered around that covered it almost entirely.

'What's it going to do now…' W asked himself as he saw the goblin start to glance around the bushes.

The goblin finally caught sight of what it was looking for and pulled out a large branch. It then disappeared into the bushes. This was W's cue to approach.