Back to the goblins

You aren't confident enough you wont be attacked if you continue to wander by yourself inside the village, so you decide to go look for the goblins. Not that they would actually be of any help if something came up. you think bitterly.

The village was built around the ruins of an older city. Elf, you summarize, there were many wooden poles that were finely decorated being refurbished to support some shabby tents. Some buildings seemed older, and more stable. That large one must be an Inn of some sort. That other appears to be a main hall. That one could be the armory, you decide to not come closer for the moment. The orcs there appeared more professional then the rest.

The tents become more widespread and you start seeing crops. You see humans tending the fields, with the expected manacles. A goblin with a whip punishes the slacker that stopped to admire your legs. The next snap comes dangerously close to your face!

"Back work, slut!" You measure the little bastard. Fatter than any in your group, older, and uglier. He has a wooden leg. You doubt you would even gain any xp for kicking this idiot's ass. "Please don't! I am just looking for Hazzar!"

Surrender trait used successfully!

"His tribe lives close to the North gate. Rat Totem, close to tannery." You nod, and then says "Thank you master."

You walk back with a little more confidence. Your surrender skill sure feels like a broken ability to avoid casual brawl, and to keep in character. There are a couple of languages that you don't understand, but you manage to overhear a few good tibits

"Damn witch doctor ill again. His apprentice going to kill someone..."
"Gabriella will dance at nightfall. Fuck watch, we see her. No one notices"
"Wulfghar ate another ****. He always eat pretty ones."

Small ways to sabotage the village, with a specific time and way. How handy. You look to the side and see Elska, your spirit familiar. You are about to wave for it when it gives an alarmed caw. You turn around and suddenly sees a wall of green muscle.

You inhale, and a familiar musk fills your nose. Thick, powerful, vaguely smells like almonds. Where did I smell this? "You. Are you her?"_ Horghar! _He raises your chin, forcing you to look into his deep dark red eyes. You feel your heart panic. You freeze.

Yuliana failed Willpower roll.

His large hands move down your neck, cup your breast, exposing the beautiful milky breast, and the rosy nipple. He squeezes it, sending the pain straight to your brain. You scream. "Sounds like her. Who owns you? I will fuck you."

Sense roll successful.

He doesn't know who you are! He thinks you are just an elf who looks like her. You cough. And more... there is more bravado there than actual insatiable lust. Last time at this point he was already pulling out his hard cock."H... Sir Lawrence." you decide to test what kind of protection it is. _It works! _The orc laughs. "You are his slut? Expected more." you fight the urge of giving him the answer he deserves. "Where are your bodyguards?"

"... Hazzar saved me. He is around. I wanted to see the village." He snorts. "Rat finally useful for something." without further ado though he pulls you up and throws you over his shoulder, like you were some sack of potato. "Stupid letting you wander. Safer in my tent."

Congratulations! You have gained level 2 and 3 in Balance.
Congratulations! You have gained level 6 in persuasion