The goblin stirred from its slumber, its senses slowly returning to it. It raised its groggy arms into the air and flinched when one of them rewarded him with sharp pain. The arm was covered with something soft, it covered the wounds inflicted by Silent Death. Though they still hurt when it touched or moved it too much, it was much less painful than before.

Maybe it will be much easier to climb the wooden cage that surrounded it?

It was still hard, the goblin grunted as it pulled itself using the cracks in the wood. It took a few determined tries, but it was on top of the flat, wooden piece.

Looking at the strange gigantic home.

Lots of flattened wood made into shapes, with colorful, odd flowers that had strange patterns on and around them. A forest of glistening fat shrubs with no leaves coming out of them. Ivy weaves dangles off flattened wooden surfaces.

Dying flames flickered in their rocky cage.

Of the giant, there was no trace. And more importantly, there was no sign of MILK.

It made sense, to the little goblin. Such precious liquid would be kept under the most vicious and vigilant of guards, and the goblin could not see any of those around. There were a few dried plants on a wooden platform on the far wall of the cave, though. And it was ravenous.

The goblin dangled from the side of the wooden cage and dropped on the weaved ivy, it was as soft as the cloud of moss inside the cage. A sprint followed, allowing it to reach the curved branch arc nearby. It hit the side of the branch with its stomach, knocking the air out of its lung before it dropped into the soft growth underneath.

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It was the best climber and runner of all goblins in its area, but it would seem its injured arm wasn’t strong enough for such maneuvers, yet. It grumbled as it looked around. A long weave dangled from the walls, close by, and it can get to it easily by jumping.

The weave that dangled on the wall was much easier to climb, and had a large straight branch on the top that kept it from being pulled down. The goblin huffed as it reached it, its arms and legs dangled from the sides while it drew deep breaths. It was still feeling so weak.

Food will make it stronger.

It rose with determination, figuring out the next part of the treacherous trick across the strange cave. From the branch, it dangled to the spiraling vine. Swinging from vines was easy, aiming for where to land was harder.

But the vine could easily reach the wooden shelves if it was swung hard enough. It took a few tries, but it finally reached the wooden platform and pulled itself on it with its large foot.

The glossy round shrubs the colors of white river stones, with blue flowers swirling around. The tiny creature laid low, preparing for a large jump to climb the strange plant, and reach the dried ones on top of it.

One. Two. Three-

It smacked into the hard surface and barely grasped onto it as the item began swerving around and surrendering to the gravity. The goblin went down with it. The plant landed with a soft thud, and the goblin was sent flying. It rose in a panic only to find it was safe.

Soft red ground saved it.

The strange plant was not okay, though. It spilled its insides on the ground. The goblin took one sniff at the brown flat disks, decorated with dark spots. And it smelled delicious.

It took a careful bite out of the disk and it was swarmed by waves of deliciousness. The soft disk crumbled under every bite, and the dark spots melted inside its mouth. A taste that can only be rivaled by MILK.

The disk was gone, and then another followed it, and another. The goblin would die a happy creature, just for experiencing this taste.