You recently started your journey to be an adventurer, swiftly raising you level.and being hailed as a prodigy.
Having reached level six in a few days, you go to dispatch a group of three goblins recently spotted in the woods.
You're confident you can defeat them, as goblins are usually around level 3-4. The only thing that's usually dangerous about them is how they can swarm in the hundreds, but this group was confirmed to be only three.
As you arrive at the forest the goblins were spotted at, night begins to fall so you decide to set up camp.
You thought you would be fine, but as you wake up you find your body restricted with rope. Your new surroundings are rocky and moist, like the cave the goblins were spotted at.
Confirming your suspicions, three goblins walk into the torch light, eyeing you up like some sort of loot.
"Pretty human was weak, ours now. Level six was no match for us, we at level twelve, fifteen and twenty. So you do as strong say, and strong say you ours"
