Before anything, I wish to check on my pet.

There are preparations to make, but you decide that, before you leave the citadel and make your way to Mount Karagoth, you should check in on your pet. She is, after all, your responsibility. She is yours to watch over and command and you decide that, if you're going to be trekking through the woods and swamps to the mountains for an indeterminate amount of time, you should at least make sure your pet is cared for.

With that in mind, you make your way to your quarters and, when you open the door, you find your pet sitting and eating at a small round table that had been dragged into the room at some point. The one who did the dragging is not in question as you see that your pet is not alone as a stooped and elderly male goblin stands to the side. He is dressed in raggedy clothing, but decidedly more than other goblins usually are. His clothes, actually, seem to be crafted almost in a parody of a set of suit-clothes of the sort a manservant for a noble might wear.

This impression is only reinforced as, when you enter the room, the elderly goblin looks your way and bows deeply. "Oh, yes, yes! Is master, yes! Master comes backs! Welcomes backs, master!", he rasps out in common, hobbling over to you and grabbing your arm to lead you to a seat at the table next to your pet, who has looked up and, perhaps despite herself, smiled at your arrival.

She was quick to try and wipe the smile from her face as she nods to you as you take a seat. "Hello, M-master.", she says, apparently unused to using the appellation when not in the middle of being fucked into mindless oblivion, "I'm glad you're back."

Surprisingly enough, you find that she seems sincere in her saying she's glad to see you. Perhaps your being the only real link to the outside world and the barrier between her and **** or **** had a large impact on her. You suppose it would have to, considering her circumstances. Were the situation reversed, would you be the same, you wonder? You do not know nor do you like to think on hypothetical situations overlong so you dismiss the idea and nod to your pet, reaching out to pet her head as you have gotten into the habit of doing.

"Only back for short time, Pet. Have mission. Will leave for Mount Karagoth soon.", you say and then give her your toothy smile, "But want come see Pet first. Check if Pet is well. Looks like Pet is cared for though."

"Yes, yes! I's takes care of master's pet! Takes care of her for master!", the older goblin says and you look to him curiously.

"This Minion sees. Who you?", you ask and the gnome answers instead with a grin.

"This is Groold. After you left, he showed up saying that he was here to watch after your needs, Master. I guess that means making sure I'm well provided for as well since he brought this table and all this food for me when I said I was hungry.", your pet says and then adds, with a bit of a frown as she looks down at her still nude body, "No clothes, though."

"Groold thinks Master want Pet not has clothes, yes, yes. Pet is pretty, pretty. Smooth and soft. Master want looks at her, yes, yes.", he says and you bristle slightly at the words he says, not liking the look in his eyes as he helps himself to an eyeful of the gnome who continues to eat obliviously.

"Hrrmph. Yes, my pet pretty.", you say as you place a hand on the gnome's shoulder and pull her close as you meet the older goblin's gaze, "But if Pet want clothes when Minion not here, Pet can have clothes. I get look at Pet. Nobody else."

Your pet looks at you with some surprise at your words, something of a blush coming to her cheeks as you speak about her so possessively and a smile coming to her lips at your words. Unthinkingly, she leans into you and places a kiss on your cheek in gratitude. "Thank you, Master! I...I didn't think I'd want to be naked all the time, you know?"

You nod to her and, meanwhile, Groold has bowed low and shrunk into himself, apparently cowed by your show of alpha male possessiveness. "Yes, yes, master! Groold understands! Groold sorry! Groold get gnome clothes, yes, yes!"

You look at him and nod as you wave him off. "Good. Groold go now. Get gnome clothes. Go now!", you command and the elderly goblin hurries out the door to do as you ask, leaving you and your pet alone for the time being.