Hand it over

Reluctantly, Elena lowered her dagger and threw it at the goblin's feet; he flinched slightly, and she suddenly realized that maybe these goblins weren't as tough as they wanted to be. Still, it was too late now - she had nothing to defend herself with.

The goblin moved closer to her, and she instinctively made to back away. "No use trying to run, girlie," he said, nodding to his friend, who raised his crossbow threateningly. "Or your ass'll start lookin' like a porcupine."

She stopped. Shaking slightly, she pulled out her coin pouch and held it out. The goblin snatched it and peeked inside, then put it in a pocket somewhere in his jerkin. "You got anythin' else?" he asked.

"No," she replied truthfully, but he didn't seem to buy it. Moving around behind her, he started patting her down; when he reached her ass, he seemed to linger for slightly longer than necessary, and Elena flinched away. "Hey!"

"Hold still," he grunted.

"Chukker," the other goblin said, giving a reprimanding glare to the leader. "We don't have time for this."

"Hey, I'm just being thorough," Chukker said as he continued patting her down. Finished, he slapped her on the ass, and she yelped. "Alright, fuck off now, girlie," he said.

With her heart pounding in her ears, Elena ran back to the village as fast as she could. From behind her, she heard the bickering of the goblins, but she didn't stick around long enough to make out what it was about. Great adventuring, Elena, she thought, as the adrenaline was rapidly replaced by shame. You're now broke, and you've got no weapons. That's just perfect.