You realize the stinging pain in your head is totally NOT normal, so you make that your first priority.
You slowly and carefully approach your hand to the are that hurts the most, trying to feel exactly what's going on there.
Y-your hand touches some kind of liquid, and when you look at it...
It's blood!
Your blood! You managed to feel some kind of laceration on your head, and by the amount of blood and how much it hurts, it doesn't seem to be the kind that closes on its own...
You... You could be in some serious danger here!
"Ok, remain calm!"
You mutter to yourself, trying to convince your brain that you are in no real danger. That is: if you are awake, can stand on your own and pretty much do stuff, that means you are not just gonna drop dead.
But what if you are mistaken? What if your brain is POURING OUT OF YOUR SKULL!?
Wait, wait, no, that's not even possible, is it?
You are a mess right now.
How about trying to see if you have something in you? Who knows, maybe you are carrying some bandages and some healing ointment or something!
Nope, just your private parts. Well, at least you are pretty sure you are not called "Huge-Donk" or something like that. Good thing you are alone and nobody's watching... except for... the other goblin on the floor!
You approach him and try to see if he's awake. If he saw you staring at "Not-Huge-Donk" you'd have some explanations to do but...
Nope. Yeah, he's pretty much dead. Kaput. Gone. At least that's what you can deduce from him not breathing and sticking his nose in the red liquid on the grass.
His only belonging seems to be his loincloth...
You think that if you want to make it out of this one alive, you are going to need EVERY help you can get. And that includes dirty pieces of cloth too.
So you take them from the poor guy, whatever-he's-called (you are done thinking about names for now). Congratulations, you now have a spare loincloth!
Somehow this doesn't feel as good an idea as you though it'd be...
Anyway, at least you are not empty handed now.
