Relatively calmly

"Here we go," Garuk told to himself in Goblin. Vehumet's decision was confusing and Garuk couldn't decide whether he was supposed to be happy or worried. The new chieftain was way more respectful towards the young warrior than his father but this mission was beyond dangerous. Garuk was one of the few, if not the only one, who could defeat Vehumet in fair one-on-one combat. "Is this his way to get rid of me? Make this human kill me in my sleep on the road there? Anyway, an order is an order. I can't challenge him over this"

Sheila, not understanding a word, simply followed the goblin, who started walking deeper into the goblin settlement. Random goblins of the tribe they met on the way stopped to stare at the Amazon. Their stares were mingled with curiosity, lust, and disgust. Some asked some questions and Garuk gave some quick, irritated answers.

"Aren't we supposed to go outside, not deeper in your pathetic village?" Sheila had finally broken the silence and spoke to her rapist.

"Well, unless you want to starve on the road there, we need food, don't you think?" Unlike Vehumet, Garuk had a sick accent. His voice was rough, deep, and masculine.

"Sure, it is not like you want to humiliate me by parading me through your filthy village like a trophy," Sheila's hate was evident "you won't break me by this, green pig."

"I just want to get supplies and my weapon. I already got everything I wanted from you, cunt!" Garuk responded in kind, his words full of venom.

"Filthy beast!" The Amazon spat back.

That made Garuk stop, turn around and face her. "Listen here! I like this mission no more than you do. You hate me. I get it. I know why. But I have to do what I'm told. So either shut up or I'll drag you back to Vehumet and say that refuse to cooperate!"

A long moment of silence passed before Sheila replied, "You're right. But can we hurry? I can't stand those ogling green... goblins much longer."

"We are almost there. Here is my hut," Garuk's hut was far smaller than the chieftain`s but he still had the luxury of a personal home. Most goblins lived in barracks or temporary tents. "Wait for me there, I'll come back soon."

Sheila reluctantly obeyed and sat near the hut protecting her backside from gazes by a wall. She then crossed her arms, hiding her compact breasts, and waited.

It took Garuk quite a while to return. When he did, he was wearing a chainmail, clearly a trophy, and a cloak. He also carried several weapons: several weapons: a spiked club, a long spear, and a dagger, Sheila's dagger. Now she knew where her weapons went. Her beloved sword, probably, stayed inside the hut brought there by some of the goblin squad that defeated her.

"What took so long?" Sheila asked impatiently.

"This." Garuk handled a heavy bag to the Amazon "Here is our food and some other stuff. You carry it."

"Great, now I am a pack mule," Sheila rolled her eyes, "At least this bag will cover some of my nudity," she added before accepting the burden.

Garuk ignored her remark. "Now follow me. We have one more thing to do before embarking on the journey."