Descent To The Next Floor

"Oh?"

Rey was currently looking at the new and improved Hobgoblin civilization he had helped kickstart, and a look of pride was radiating through his face.

"It's been like four days since I last came here. You guys are doing well for yourselves."

For the first time, the place didn't smell—at least, not too much—when he entered the clearing.

And even now that he was standing among the kneeling Hobs, he could notice a lot of changes.

'Everywhere is so clean. They've made the pots as per instruction, and they're properly taking care of their waste.'

Everything was in perfect order.

'A few more things—like good clothing and variety of food—would be nice, but it's not a necessity for them to be useful to me.'

As a result, Rey decided to leave that thought at the back burner.

Right now, he had bigger fish to fry.

'Right now, this is the safest place for me and my property…'