The goblin sat in the shade a little off the dirt road, waiting for someone to pass by.
The Tall Folk, humans and elves or what have you, talked a lot about duty and justice, but he thought they usually didn’t live up to their supposed ideals. The Tall Folk said goblins just did whatever they wanted and never thought much about it at all.
Finally, a figure rounded the bend. He was young, probably younger than the ill-fitting rusty armor he wore. But everyone had to start somewhere.
The goblin leapt out and tried his luck at an encounter.

“Little Wild Horse Canyon, near Goblin Valley State Park, Utah (42)” by Ken Lund is licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0.

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