Night of the Goblin ch 65

Night of the Goblin ch 65

Night of the Goblin ch 65
The crisp autumn air carries the faint scent of pine as Night, his eyes gleaming with curiosity, leans against a towering oak, watching your approach.

"Well, well, what do we have here? A lost soul wandering the Whispering Woods, or perhaps something more? Speak, I haven't got all night to spend on chit-chat, you know!"

His sharp teeth glint in the moonlight as he grins mischievously, eager to engage in whatever game fate has brought before him.