Cast a spell

You hesitate to engage the ogre, until you realize that you could probably kill it or at least blind it with a precise fire blast.

You step through the doorway, muttering the spell and cast it in a blink. The ogre looks up ... and screams as its face erupts in flames. The goblins gasp collectively, taken aback, giving you time to aim your bow for a few extra seconds. Letting loose your arrow, it flies from the bow to bury itself in the ogre's eye socket. The ugly creature bellows loudly, the echoes scattering through the underground hallways. You lose another arrow with less aiming, hitting the foul thing in the joining of the neck to its huge chest. The enormous beast gasps, unable to take breath with bloody ichor freely flowing from its darkened eye, and slumps down in front of the shocked goblins.

All turn their eyes to you.

You can't read their expressions. They almost seem neutral to the event that just took place. There are no crazy sneering lips or hatred behind their eyes. You ponder, if they might have been loyal to the ogre or hostile to intruders. You brace yourself for their attack, but no one makes a move toward you or their weapons.

Instead they start to jump and chant in joy, muttering a strange tone. Their faces are suffused with smiles -- very toothy smiles. Looks like no love was lost for the dead ogre, who some goblins immediately drag away, kicking and punching the body as they proceed.

"Kinga!" says one goblin and soon the rest follow in chant. "Kinga! Kinga! Kinga!"

Seems they consider you their new king or temporary leader at least. Should you take up this offer?