Of course it doesnt

You tip toed after the party as carefully as you could. The promise of additional loot as well as your own curiosity spurred you forward but only ever so slightly. The party having a Ranger in their midst meant that even the slightest sound or smell would alert her to your presence, made only worse by her her Orcish half which gave bonuses to her stregenth and her perception. In other words, the perfect tracker and alert system for a party. Even if she was completely aweful in combat her uses outside of it secured her value. That awareness was probably why she was in this party, considering Rangers had an excellent sense of direction along with her own heightened senses.

So if there was anyone in this party who would know about your presence it would be the Half-Orcess.

Just then you felt your toe bump into a rock, causing your eyes to widen immensely as you felt the ever so subtle shift in your Sack from the abrupt contact with the stone. Your trait of a Treasure Goblin Sack meant everytime you got hit you dropped a small amount of gold, **** allowing parties to loot your Sack entirely. This also meant that even the slightest physical contact with something was going to cause your Sack to drop gold of some amount.

The act of stubbing your toe caused your Treasure Sack to drop one coin.

One. Single. Gold. Coin.

You turned your head just in time to watch the coin fall out of your Sack, the world around you slowing down immensely as the coin fell. It was everything you valued in this life, everything you strived for, dreamed about, hell there was even that time you...um, never mind that point. You loved gold, treasured it, you lusted it. And it was about to get you killed. Fate was truly a cruel Mistress for gold to betray a Treasure Goblin in such a way. No superstition or fear of divine retribution was going to keep you from thinking that. If Fate was going to be a bitch then you weren't going to be groveling either. Fate could suck your Sack for all you cared.

The coin landed on the cave floor with a loud cling, echoing across the stone and causing the Half-Orcess' head to perk up from the sudden noise, and funnily enough the Dwarf snapped to attention as well.

"I heard the jingle of gold! Treasure Goblin!"

He shouted as the party all turned around to see you hunched over out in the open.