Someone answers.

All the goblins were throwing out ideas, all of which you couldn’t understand. All you knew was the grin on the orc’s face was growing. You were stuck in the middle of a goblin village, at night, in the middle of a forest and no idea on what’s about to happen. Your odds are dropping by the minute.

“So much fuss. I have idea.”

A single voice seemed to cut through all the chatter as the whole village quieted down. The orc looked right with a raised eyebrow. Following his gaze, you see a few goblins part as one passes by them.

The rings on her staff gave a soft jangle as she walked, the sway in her wide hips adding a seductive allure. She wore nothing save for a single open-toed, black stocking which hugged her thigh snuggly and an elbow-length glove on the opposite arm. The glow from the fire gave her light green skin and apple-sized breasts a shine to them while her braided red hair waved behind her. Most of the male goblins had tents under their loincloths, the females all had deep blushes on them. Heck, even you could see she oozed sexuality.

“Ah, Reta. As tantalizing as ever.” The orc spoke as the female goblin stood in front of you, her very pronounced backside in your view. “And what idea has the village shaman have in mind.”

The shaman, Reta, looked back at you. Her orange eyes looked deep into yours, her pupils were squared, like those of a goat. It was the first time you’ve seen a goblin with eyes like that and it unnerved you a bit. She gazed at you for a moment, a small smirk forming and a fang poking out from the corner of her mouth.

‘Yesss~. You much better.’

You shake your head a bit, blinking in confusion. Where did that voice come from?

Reta’s smirk became a full-blown grin as she turned sideways, raised her arms and staff to the sky and tilt her head back. “TROIKA!!!”

Her voice echoed throughout the village. There was a collective gasp from all the goblins, the servants, the guards around me, even the silent Scar’s eye widened. The only ones who were clueless were you and the orc. Suddenly, the entire village erupted.

“TROIKA! TROIKA! TROIKA!” They all started chanting. You looked left and right at the increased fervor of the chanting. The orc meanwhile only had an intrigued look on his face.

“Well, this is an interesting turn. Dear Reta, what is this ‘Troika’ you propose?” He says, his leering gaze going all over the curvy goblin.

Undisturbed, Reta gave a small bow. “Mighty Murook, Troika a special decree. Ceremony held under special laws.” She gazed up at him. “A duel of fates.”

Murook scratched his chin. “Intriguing, and what stakes are there in this duel?”

“You chief of tribe, you must join. You and he,” She points her staff at you. “Duel for rewards.”

“Uh, what kind of ‘reward’ are we talking here?” You finally speak out.

“Reward simple.” She purred. Looking between us as her gloved hand slowly moved across her form and cupping one of her breasts. “Freedom and myself.”

You gulped as the orc laughed. “So, I finally get you all to myself, you teasing minx. I’ve looked forward to hearing you scream for me.”

That third leg of his was already starting to rise in anticipation. Glancing at his guest with a smirk. “And what does the loser receive?”

“Become part of tribe. More ways than one.” She giggled darkly. A cold shiver just went up and down your spine at that.

“Fantastic!” He clapped in excitement. Getting off his throne, you see just how big he is. If you were two feet taller than these goblins than he was pushing a good four and a half on them. Reaching down, he picked up what might as well have been a log fashioned into a club and hefted on his shoulder. He grinned down at you. “Prepare our guest! Tonight shall be one he shall never forget.”

You really should have just stayed in town.