A Goblin

Turning Mary sees a goblin, or more correctly a gnoblar. The size a large child, with a large head dominated by an overly large nose, long thin limbs and rough green skin. Dressed in filthy rags, looking at her with beady eyes and a runny nose.

Having pictured towering Norscan reavers and slavering mutant beasts, she was in all honestly, underwhelmed by the unimposing visage that greeted her. So she got to her feet, all the while watching the gnoblar, which stared back at her unblinking. The little devil's stare soon began to unsettle her and so Mary did the first thing that came to her.

"SHOO!"

She shouted at the grotesque little greenskin, who jumped, fleeing into the undergrowth. Deciding that tales of greenskin's where grossly exaggerated she started to chuckle. Picking up her trowel she went back to her roots.

But you should never turn your back on a greenskin, and the smaller the 'skin, the bigger the sneak.