Goblins

You and Reuben stand impatiently waiting as Seamus stops for a third time to vomit on the side of the road. You had trouble waking him up in the morning, only the smell of frying bacon seemed to jolt him awake. Now he had turned what was a three hour walk into a half day's journey. Last night, you'd both registered to take on a Goblin Slaying quest in the Andune woods. A small group of goblins had built a nest near a wood-elf village and had been stealing their livestock and tools. The quest paid 175 copper.

You reach the village, and as Seamus lazily naps atop Reuben, you meet with the village elder. He is a small man with a grey beard as long as his body, his pointed ears droop downward showing he is a very old elf. He explains the situation, the goblins have set up there nest in a nearby cave, a short uphill walk from the village. They've raided the village at night, taking chickens and small tools. However just last night they also took a young elf girl from her bed.

"When you say young?" you ask.

" She's only 117 years old."

"I see." You try not let on that you have no idea how aging works among elves.

"She'll be a fine lass for you." Seamus comments as he falls off Reuben. "Their 117 is roughly equivalent to our 19." He comments as he slaps the dirt off his clothes. "Now the real question is that this missions turned into a search and rescue, should we ask for added compensation?"