I'm Dirt now

Gallarth ended up quickly forgetting everything: his name, his life story, every single person he knew, and all the adventures he had. His name was blank; for a little bit, he was just on his knees on the ground with a blank expression, without any memories to dictate how he should feel or what he was doing.

Then, in a flash, her memories began to appear, but they weren't real memories; they were fake ones that made her believe that she was always a goblin girl, a tiny, weak, and vilified creature that the world hates. Even though all she does is try to survive, she's totally alone; her family and tribe were eliminated, so now she lives as a thief and scavenger, surviving by whatever thing she could grab that were worth anything, her name was Dirt, literally the filthy ground, it was pretty vulgar but for goblins that was expected.

As she looked around the pretty-looking room, she realized that she must have entered this home to rob it, and so she did, the first thing she picked up was the carpet, and cut it open with a knife so she could wrap them around her as improvised clothing, a skirt and a top, they weren't elegent or well crafter at all but it was enough to cover her privates at least, after that she took out the blankets and used them as a bag to pick up as many shiny objects as she could with her, before she hurry up to try to sneak out before anyone shows up.