Act normal.

You look around and see the hungry eyes of the small humanoids. But Lawrence promised me safety. The though gives you some reassurance, even if a half naked elf lass was a tempting target, obviously they wouldn't risk certain **** in the hands of a powerful knight.

"Caw!" You hear with your ears,and see the raven. With Elska comes the memory of the dead heroes. Didn't he also promise Lavin safety? And yet, what happened to her…

You look at the knight, but he already turned his back on you. "It is with a heavy heart that I go, my love. Everything will work out, you will see". You want to scream, but your eyes caught sight of his hips, and the purposeful gait he has. That is a damn fine ass.

"Gracic hovish. Araghar marduv. Arvich Hazzar." These words were addressed at you, and you turn to see the shaman. There is youth on his face, under the marks of starvation. He is so damn ugly,with a huge warted nose, crooked yellow teeth and tiny hairs growing from his nostrils. You didn't have the best personal care habits back in the real world, but it is amazing how much easier it is to notice these small details when you are a woman.

"I can't understand you" you say, fearing it would trigger a bout of rage. It repeats the last word "Hazzar" his claw like fingers were spread over his chest. The fur that grows on his green skin is uneven, gagged. You can smell blood from there. "Hazzar" it repeats.

"Yuliana" you say after him, placing your hand over your bosom. The critter smile that row of teeth. His canine is rotten black, you wonder if he suffers toothache. "Dar utmir."

"Dar utmir" you repeat after him. Then you point to yourself, and asks "Nazthul?" The goblin seems surprised, but laughs. He speaks a quick succession of words that are too fast for you to get, much less repeat. The other goblins laugh too.

Relationship with Goblin Shaman Hazzar improved from Hatred to Protective
Relationship with Goblin Band improved from Hatred to Amused.

Hmm, what is your relationship with Sir Lawrence?

Relationship with Sir Lawrence indifferent. (Cursed) Your Relationship to Sir Lawrence is set to Infatuated.

Special Quest: Be rescued by Sir Lawrence. Reward: +500xp

That locket is no joke. Just thinking about that handsome knave gives you butterflies in your belly. You glance in his direction, but he is already gone. You feel your heart ache.

“Orkcharm Nave. Nizgfut zhari nae. Orst.” You recognize the name of the Orc Village, and his offer to help you stand tells you the rest. “Coruv Snit?” he holds up a rope, and look at your wrists. You shake your head, and he says “Nae.” you repeat the word, you assume for no. He drops the subject. You go with the goblins, free.

The broken conversation continues. You point to different objects and receive specific words. You often remember them, sometimes you don't, making them laugh. They eventually stop to eat. It is by a small pond, it would be a bucolic scenery if it wasn't by the goblin’s presence defiling it. “Nave” one of them points at where they expect you to wait. It doesn't seem like you have any easy way to escape them, either way.

“Caw” says Elska, the Raven, quietly as you are alone. You weren't sure if your ‘spirit familiar’ would remain with you, but apparently that is the case. You look at the bird, then to the goblins. “Would you carry a message for me?” the bird nods “Good… so i just need to write it. Now hide again” It flies away.

The goblins bring you simple stuff they scavenge. Fruits, eggs, herbs, roots. You look at the cooking pan they offer you. Without much choice, you scramble the eggs, slice the fruits and vegetables, and cook the roots. It tastes like disaster, but apparently the Goblins love it.

Relationship with Goblin Band improved from Amused to friendly.
Congratulations! Your learned level 2 in survival.
Congratulations! You learned goblin speak.

“And Zhar jumped, like!!!! Hot burn his hands” what they were blabbering a moment before became words that you could understand. Mostly. “Dwarf Bread Maker jumps with Bread. Bread doesnt break, head breaks.” Jokes? They were telling each other jokes. They weren’t funny, but it was amusing to see them behave like… not monsters. You laugh, and everyone looks at you. Crap, what did I do?

“Yuliana tells next story.” Hazzar declares.