A Cold Night

The forest was especially cold that night, but the dancing singing and general celebration of the goblins made for a rather strong counter to the cold, outside their usual adaptation to it.

Lance now stood away from the rest, watching as everyone enjoyed themselves in a peaceful atmosphere. It was a calming sight for him, seeing his people in such light and merry mood, knowing that they could find such times to kick back and relax amidst the dangers of the forest. 'Soon, a bigger problem will start, if the demon lord threat has any merit to it.' He thought to himself, though, the smile on his face didn't fade.

Finishing the drink he had in hand, Lance decided to go have a soak in the small lake that was practically at their backyard, only three minutes away on foot. He brought with him a dagger, just in case he had to protect himself.