Alright, that’s one nice spear.

Improvised wooden spear (shoddy)

A badly made wooden spear, while good enough to hunt some rabbits, it’s durability is questionable.

"Huh, wonder why I can see information about the spear but not of the stuff I took…"

Host can only see his own created items, all other items he needs some kind of inspection oriented ability for.

"Inspection...so probably just inspect things till I get it, right?"

So inspected all around me, hoping for a skill. I inspected the trees, the sky, the earth, my items for hours, days, or maybe just a few minutes because I get bored easily and so I finally got…nothing.

"I knew that would have been too easy… well, whatever, let’s go back to where that goblin was, no better test target than some weak mob."

And so I made my way back to the spot…and after a bit of walking, I heard some noises.

"That’s definitely more than one goblin."

Sneaking closer I saw three goblins armed with sticks, two of whom are...licking the others head off right now. Guess they liked the taste of the fruit better than I did.

“OH NAW EWW-”

As I shared my words of disgust with the world, all three of the goblins suddenly looked at the bush I was behind.

“How the-They of course also can hear well. They also have big ears you idiot. Shit, let’s wait how this situation turns out for now...”

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Then suddenly, these three goblins began to seemingly argue with each other, sometimes looking in my direction with some fear, till one of them got pushed into my direction by the two other ones.

Looking pretty miffed at first, he continuously made his way to my bush, his stick in hand.

…

“...Gob?”

"Huh, I think he smelled me. Well, I am not about to have a conversation with a goblin so…"

The poor goblin saw a pointy stick slowly stick out the bush, in curiosity he put his head nearer to inspect it, for god knows why reason. So of course, not to be impolite, inspected his head back. With my spear.

Stab (common)

Stabbing. The common thugs answer to every question.

Stab, stab, stabbidy stab...stab- A goblin who just learned his kinds most favorite word.

"You know, it does sound pretty pleasing to the ear-"

*shriek*

"Oh yeah, these two are exist also."

Knowing that, I prepared for a harder battle, considering they are two and my surprise tactic probably won’t work again...well maybe, but I wouldn’t find out. So I took a big breath and walked out and… They already fled the moment they were done screaming. Well, what do you expect, they are goblins.

"...Nice."

And so I stood up and made my way back to the river, because killing stuff makes you very thirsty and I had a great idea on how to not starve to death. I mean, if you think about spears and water,you think about stabbing fish out of there right? Also I needed to wash the spear anyway, no one want’s to smell goblin blood for longer than they need to, believe me.

“Now if only I had any idea of how to start a fire and I cold probably stay here till I die as some kind of hermit…if only I could be some kind of mage, no need to get close to people, starting fires, hell maybe I could learn some kind of… cleanse...spell…Alright, guess I know what I wanna become now.

At this moment I already knew what my priority numbero uno was. Get myself some cleansing magic of some kind. Had I any idea how to? Fuck no. Will that hinder me in any way? Of course not.

"Can I see the quote beneath the goblin info again?"

Pointy ears are worse gob in all way. Pointy ears can trap. We set many trap. Pointy ears can make new pointy ears in long time. We make many gob short time. Pointy ears live in tree that we set flame. We live cave they not can set fire. They have pointy ears and are called pointy ears, but we still have pointier ears! - A Hobgoblin shaman response to being asked why all goblins hate elves.

"...I wonder how you become a shaman. Is it some kind of class? Or part of this evolution thing? Probably a class right? Wonder how I can get a class…well I’ll find out when I find out I guess."

So I made my way back to the river, probably close enough to my original spot where there possibly still lays a corpse and hoped that there where some fish swimming in there. Of course I had a great strategy to find that out. I...randomly stabbed the water. That did not work.

“Maybe I’ll see some fish if I dive down with my spear?”

So I put my robe and bag away, grabbed my poor excuse for a spear and dived right in, hoping the first thing I’d see wasn’t some kind of underwater monster.