In the evening, the group found a place to set up camp on the plains. Everyone stopped to rest and reorganize.
Austin placed his backpack on the ground and sat on it to rest.
"If you fainted, do you stop breathing?" Austin muttered to the goblin on his back.
Along the way, he could only rely on the weak pulse on the goblin's wrist to determine whether he had crushed it to death..
Austin glanced at the soldiers who were setting up their tents and felt a strong urge to help them out. However, he remembered Claremont's order: He must never be more than an inch away from the goblin.