So, Primstone is off the the goblin camp and I'm off to see Halros again. I follow the familiar stench of long-dead goblins all the way back to Halros and his three friends.
"Wow! Three more goblins! You're quite the goblin slayer," I greet him as I enter the camp.
"Oh. It's you again," he says glumly.
"What's your total goblin count up to by now?"
"What can I do for you?" he asks testily.
I explain about Primstone and his plan to assault the goblin camp all alone using an antique golf club.
"Primstone is journeying to the goblin camp? That brave, little fool! Does he think old Bullroarer Took won the battle of Greenfields by himself?"
"I'm pretty sure 'thinking' wasn't one of the ingredients of his plan."
Halros makes an impressive offer: He's going to round up a bunch of his kin - some other rangers - and meet me in the cave the goblins are using as their base. I'd question why he didn't do this sooner, but really I'm just amazed at how everyone suddenly seems so willing to fight instead of just throwing me at the problem all by myself.
Halros runs off to get help, and I hike across the Greenfields to arrive at the goblin camp. I hack my way to the cave entrance and manage to add another ten goblins to the dead list.
I head inside and wade through more goblins. Thankfully they are sprinkled around the cave in groups of one or two instead of all being stationed at the front door or around the fire in the main chamber. This makes it a lot easier to kill a whole bunch of them without getting too much goblin blood on my shoes.