“Damn him. Damn him to Deepholm and all the trogs there. He is no better than any of them.” A young goblin girl groaned as she worked on wrapping a bandage around her midsection. “I should have sent him flying sooner.” She hissed. All the while she industriously worked on applying potion and salve into the bandages. 

The wound was not deep but it was jagged and torn at the edges. A sword strike deep into the flesh just above the hips. She had been lucky that no major organs or blood vessels had been hit when the blade went through and through but still it was not a simple wound to heal. Her initial potions had jump started the healing process but it was not enough to completely seal the wound.

“I should have Sent his ass flying sooner.” Anbori growled as she finished with the bandages. She had not shed a tear yet and held them back valiantly. Today had been the last straw for her. Her boyfriend, a goblin warrior by the name of Johnny Greenhinge, was a grade A asshole. Possessive and violent but to the young eyes of the inexperienced Anbori he was amazing. Until recently where his violence towards had come to a head. It woke her from her lovedrunk stupor and she finally took action.