Psychological Warfare

You've discovered that Isabel lives in a very nice manor outside of town. Apparently adventuring at her level is very profitable! She is one of the top Adventurers for this region after all. So naturally you draw your deep hood up over your head and head for the post office instead. You've found that wearing the hood and a sword the Adventurers call a 'katana' is their way of saying that they don't want to talk to other people. Its part of their culture to wear these clothes then just sit back in a corner and not participate in anything. Just another example of their weird backward culture as far as you're concerned. Normally even this disguise wouldn't work, but with your manipulation of the invisible 'menu' you don't show up as hostile to them either.

"What, you again?" The grumpy older man with a white beard behind the counter mutters as he sees you enter. "You idiots know that just because you give some girl presents doesn't mean she's going to like you, right? Well, whatever. Put it in a box and I'll have it delivered." You dutifully dump a riding crop in, after checking to make sure that your awesome goblin hands are covered in thick gloves first. You were almost caught the first time you came through by forgetting such details. Green is a beautiful color! Postage is paid for with some coin taken from the Adventurers you killed earlier and you hurry on your way. From here its a much more careful sneak-stalk to the window of Isabel's fancy living room.

It takes quite some time for the package to be delivered, but the wait is worth it. You have been crouching underneath the partially-open window for hours when the knock finally comes. Isabel stomps upstairs from a basement it sounds like, high heels managing to sound equally annoyed and petulant. "What, another one!?" When I catch the bastard..." She snarls, tearing sounds coming from the direction of the door. The delivery boy shrugs unconcerned and heads back toward town, while Isabel rants and raves a little more. She's sounding a little more ragged each time. You've already sent her the rope you tied her double up to the post with, some torn underwear matching the ones she was wearing at the time, several dildo's painted green, and other momento's of your time together. There's a sound of a drawer being opened and something thrown in before she stomps back down into her basement.

You're fairly certain that she's keeping Pet down there. Trying to break your authority over her. From the sounds of things, she hasn't been too successful. However, as close as you are, she's still way too powerful for you to overcome and while your goblin cunning and superiority has led to many victories they haven't come at the expense of your caution. You promise yourself that she'll get to experience all your little gifts when you get her in your power, but for now you'd better head back. As you are crossing the last farmer's field on the way back to camp, you almost jump out of your skin when someone asks in an amused voice. "Well, aren't you the clever one?" From right behind you!