"Wait!"

"Wait!" You yell out suddenly, startling the little goblin.

"If you untie me, I can give you something even better!" you say, not really sure of how you'll make good on that promise. Afterall, you're in the middle of who-knows-where without any gold, armor, or even a weapon.

The goblin looks back at you, her eyes narrowing. "Like what?"

"Crap!" You think.

"Um... well, I've got plenty of gold back at my keep. If you untied me I could go back there and get it for you," it's the best thing you could think up on the spot.

The goblin puffs out her cheeks and scoffs at you. "Pfft, yeah, like I haven't heard THAT one before." She starts moving her knife back towards your pants.

"Wait!" You cry again. "If you untie me, I'll... I'll give them to you. They'll be a lot more valuable if you don't cut them up."

Your heart sinks in despair at the humiliating thought of giving up your pants, but it looks like you're going to lose them either way, so you might as well get them to untie you in exchange for them.

The goblin seems to be mulling the idea over in her head and casually taps the dull end of the knife's blade against her cheek.

"I want the shirt too. Gimme the pants and the shirt and I'll think about letting you go."

Your despair deepens and you feel your cheeks getting warm.