Talk it out

Surely you can talk it out with these green men. Perhaps give them the small boar in exchange for some information about the surrounding territory so you step out into the clearing, weapons drawn but not readied. "Hello small friends." You call out warmly.

The three goblins immediately turn and brandish their heavy clubs. "We not small. You small!" One of them retorts, his green face sneering as he looks you and your friend up and down. "Drop your weapons and we take it easy on you weaklings."

"Hey, hey, we're just here to talk." You start, not raising your weapons but not dropping them either. "We killed these boars fair and square, but we'll be willing to give you one if you talk with us a little." Your tone is friendly, but you find it hard to keep eye contact with this lead goblin. The way the little guy is looking at you dominantly keeps causing you to shift your eyes down from his derisive glare. 'Is this my low diplomacy skill?' You wonder as your lowered eyes catch the outline of a fat third leg on this goblin that causes you to blush profusely.

"You drop weapons! Then we talk!" The head goblin demands.

You look over at Wren who glances back with a trusting expression. "Your call, bro."