A band of goblins!

Your heart sinks as a group of six goblins turns the corner and sees you.

They're outfitted in a mishmash of leather, rags and small pieces of metal that they're using as makeshift armor. They look like bandits.

The lead goblin, a rather voluptuous looking female, stops the group a few feet away from you, before taking a moment to smile as she realizes her good fortune.

"What do we have here? Looks like somebody left us a nice human to play with," she says in a mocking tone.

Her band starts to laugh and shout excitably, but she quickly silences them. She walks closer, cautiously at first, before picking up her pace when she realizes you're completely helpless. She grabs a hold of your pant leg, running the extravagant fabric between her fingers.

"And its a fancy one at that."

She pulls out a knife, and inches it closer to you.

"This is nice," she says looking up at you and staring directly into your eyes.

"I'm going to take it."