Murkfang was unconscious the moment his body stopped fighting to stay alive. He passed out, only to wake up hours later when the sun had risen.
Murkfang had no idea how he escaped because last night felt like a dream, but he found himself in a room surrounded by numerous inanimate objects.
"Huh, where am I?" Murkfang was exhausted, but his eyes quickly adjusted to his environment.
There was no doubt the human who had saved him had managed to bring him to some sort of refuge.
But the aroma in the air soon invaded his nostrils—this was no doubt food, but it smelled so different.
Murkfang had never perceived something this delicious before and instantly began to salivate, as he hadn't eaten anything for days.
"I see, you are awake," a voice said from behind. Murkfang looked over his shoulder to see a red-eyed boy with dirty white hair.
He was clearly homeless but had established himself in this dump, even though it looked better than the goblins' best infrastructure.
