Another advantage of having a magical cloak would be weathering the rain. It's been a week since I left the unnamed village and found myself heading north westward towards Vestan, the capital of Kafkaesk. Unlike the last plain land this one had troublesome bolder goblins who didn't care if it was an armored covered dragon as they had numbers and crude weapons. But one thing I can't fault goblins on is their taste. You think a green barely hygienical creature would be disgusting but to be honest they tasted like pork but without all the fat. And the great thing was they kept on coming either to prove themselves or to avenge their fallen comrades they made good magical practice. I could use my fire breath about twenty times before needing to find something to drink as it dries my throat something fierce. I could use my lightning claws about twelve times before I felt drained of mana and had to wait an hour before I could use it again. Now if you good at counting i have murdered a whole lot of goblins. Now it seems they decided to try to use their limited intellect by making crude traps to try to do me in. A good example is a spike pit that was covered with twigs in the middle of the road. Yeah I know passing humans aint going to like that one. Other traps were cages with food in it and more pit traps like the first were successful. Too bad they smell like skunks because they could hold their breaths for a long time in ambush but too bad for them it ended with them roasted like the pig flavoured species they are. Regardless this journey was more exhausting and oddly more filling than the one prior. And just like that I finally came to the massive gates of Vestan.