Adela unstuck a few strands of her tangled brown hair from a blood crusted cut on her cheek, pushing the hair from her face. "Isn't that old Gavin's place?" she observed as a field of barley came into view, summoning the energy for a smile to her companion as they finally re-entered familiar territory. "Almost home." Although she had started to grow accustomed to sleeping on the hard ground, it would be heaven to slip into her bed tonight, snuggled warmly under the worn old quilt her grandmother had made when Adela was just a little girl.
Her thoughts drifted back to the events of the past week and the two of them venturing off after a trio of goblins rumored to have stolen all the goods they could carry from the last merchant to make a stop in their little village, but the adventure had not yielded the untold riches she had imagined. In fact, the sack she had thought to fill with gold coins now held only a few coppers, a silver candlestick, and a bolt of delicate silk. Looking back, she realized she was lucky to be coming back at all. Somehow, she'd expected fighting goblins to be some easy task, as if they'd just drop their plunder and run for the hills as soon the two adventurers drew their swords.
Once they found the goblin's trail, they had plunged after the creatures, practically walking right into their well hidden camp. But instead of three scared little goblins just waiting to hand the adventurers their treasure, there were 5 of them, all armed and vicious. Luckily, the goblins were more surprised than the adventurers. The next few minutes of desperate struggle were a confused blur in Adela's mind, but somehow they had come out on top: bruised, bloodied, tired, but alive.