the blood running through your veins

[Halsin Silverbough]

You don't know what to expect when you get back - you don't know what happened. You hope, deeply, that everyone is alright and that none of the goblins have gotten to them just yet. You hope that you can get back to a grove still intact.
She would have told you if that wasn't the case, you think to yourself. She might have mentioned something, if anything bad has happened, if there was no more grove, if she has been there with the rest of her people. People you do not know yet, but you will thank later for rescuing you from that prison.

You didn't intend for her to leave the rest alone, by themselves, but then again - they seem capable enough to hold their ground. And there is nothing to be afraid of around here anymore, with all the goblins gone with all that blood spilled.
You nod at her, waiting for a moment for her to retrieve her backpack. Taking a quick look around, taking in the scene: all these people, covered in blood and bruises, patching themselves up or gazing at the loot left to no one. You have a feeling that you might see them again sooner rather than later; all of them.

Halsin

They won't miss you?

On any other day, you would have thanked them all, said your goodbyes, but for now - for now there is one thing on your mind, and it is to get back to the grove as soon as possible.