No

You squirm and wriggle in the ropes until you are physically exhausted. Your body dripping with sweat under your leather armor, you can’t believe your great adventure has gone so wrong so quickly. As you lay in the binds of the rope net, you hear scuttling as three armed goblins approach from the inside of the ruins, obviously suprised that someone had triggered such a simply trap. They quickly descend upon you, first grabbing away the weapons you couldn’t reach. You try to resist, to swing at them as much as the netting would allow, but they are careful and leave you weaponless. They then start on you, with two grabbing each of your arms before the third cuts loose the net. Being this close, you get a good look, and smell, of the three of them. They are all roughly four feet high, with thin muscular limbs on very stout frames. Their fingers are ridiculously long, bigger than a full human adult, with a similar grip strength. They are various shades of green, and wear tattered armor that looks as if it had been scavenged from a battlefield. The smell though, was the worst. They reeked of unwashed BO, to the point you wanted to gag.

You waited till the rope net was cut free, then you put all your effort into escaping the grip of the two goblins, hoping the sudden surge might let you get free.