We had finally done it. We had finally overstayed our welcome in Wildhill. Someone was clearly out to get us as a barrage of arrows and magic blades assault us from the trees. Goblins, surely under the employ of Darnaldi. We're outnumbered, but hopefully not outmatched. Gwen has shown her prowess as she embodies the animals of the wild. Davon has unleashed raw power from his own hands, weaving magic with ease. Joxxer has rained a flurry of fists and slashes with otherworldly speed and agility, and I, Krigs, I've used tactics and cunning to weigh the battle in our favor. But I still worry it might not be enough as, in the chaos, the ghost like-leader of this ambush emerges.