Aftermath of the Goblin Massacre
The morning light began as the group embarked on their journey, filled with a rejuvenated sense of hope and faith. The air was invigoratingly crisp, and the white brilliant rays of the single dwarf star filtered through the dense canopy above, creating dappled patterns on the verdant forest floor below. A chorus of birdsong greeted them as they ventured deeper into the ancient woodland, each member of the group feeling their spirits buoyed by the serenity of their surroundings.
As they traversed the winding forest paths, the group chatted lightheartedly, exchanging tales of their past exploits and joking about the seemingly absurd situations they often found themselves in. Their laughter rang out through the trees, accompanied by the steady rhythm of their horses' hooves on the soft, mossy ground. There was a noticeable awkwardness between Lilien and Eldric but no one brought it to voice.