Fight Me, Green Chicken!

Back in the town square, the central market was in full swing under the rising sun. From the food carts to the pop-up vendors, there was an unusual liveliness that day.

The well-known goblin had become the bread and butter of rumor alley. 

Of course, the Plump Pig's new rat-based marketing added another douse of fuel to Abydah's flames of curiosity. Especially with more mentions of Outcast Guild on their painted signs, along with the doodles of a smiling goblin head. 

However, there was also a new, suspicious event beginning to pace in front of the public eye. 

"He's really there." 

"Another duel?" 

"But who would fight him?" 

"It couldn't be the goblin, right?" 

"That's impossible!"

"I'd pay to watch that fight."