The Goblin Chief

You once again crouch next to the entrance of the hut, preparing to enter. You peek through the tattered cloth covering the entrance to scout out the inside when something whizzes towards you from inside.

Thunk!

From your spot you can see a knife now wedged in the door frame just inches from where your head was. Shit, whatever it is knows I'm here. And worse, a loud trumpeting noise blares from inside the hut, waking the other goblins. I gotta do something quickly! Doing the only thing you can think of, you get out of the open, and go inside the hut. As you do a wooden portcullis slams behind you, locking you in, but keeping the other goblins out. You almost breathe a sigh of relief until you remember where you are. Ahead of you, sitting atop a wooden throne with a gnarled wooden crown on it's head, is a goblin. Above it's head you can see it's name and level. Goblin Chief Lv.5. A level like that would have been nothing to you prior to coming here, but at your current level of 1, it would be a challenge for sure. You gauge that there is a considerable distance between you and him, and that he room is messy, with random trinkets spread all over the floor. You ready your knife to fight, when the chief pulls out a burlap sack and reaches inside.

(Roll a D20 if you wish)