Stay, for now.

You close your eyes and digest this information.

If you leave now, don’t encounter anything, and depending on how deep in the forest you are. You should make it back to the town within a day or two. But that’s all best-case scenario. Despite Reta’s potion, you still weren’t completely healed up and even though she said their tribe is different, you’re still on the fence about trusting them not to attack you when your back’s turn

Which leads to another question.

“Reta.” You speak without opening your eyes. “Was Murook the one having you attack travelers?”

“Said Humans better targets. Tribe gain much from them.” Reta answers. “Last chief thought same thing. Wanted to attack human tribe next once bigger.”

That’s not good. Sighing, you hang your head down.

“If I stay, what’s stopping you from attacking them?”

The corners of the shaman’s mouth perked. “Chief’s words final. Attack, don’t attack, you speak, we listen.”

So you have the final say on everything. If you leave, they find a new chief and probably keep attacking any random passerby, maybe even the town if there bold enough. You can’t just leave them unaccounted for. Even if you make it back to town and lead the guard here to take care of them, somehow it gives you a bad taste in your mouth.

‘Does tribe deserve final embrace for living?’ And then there is Reta’s voice in your head, gnawing at your conscience. Groaning, you bring your hands to your face and slowly drag them down and cover your mouth. You don’t want anyone else getting attacked.

“Fine.” Sitting up, removing your hands and opening your eyes. “Fine, I stay and…be your chief.” You say, loud enough for those closest to hear. ‘At least until I figure something out.’

The goblin shaman breaks out into a huge, toothy grin and looks to the rest of the tribe, arms raised.

“Hail, Chief Alder!”

“Feihc A’der! Feihc A’der! Feihc A’der!” All the goblins chant in unison as they pump their fists into the air at the new chief, you. Leaning and propping your uninjured arm on the armrest, you lay back as you look at the cheering goblins.

‘The hell did I agree to?’

The rest of the day went by normally. Most of the goblins came up to the throne, basically to greet their new chief. Reta was the first to leave, disappearing to who knows where. Nano gave a cute bow, her large breast swaying before she went to join the other females. You saw Scar again, spear in hand as he gave a short nod before going to guard the village.

You stayed in the chair the whole time, watching the village go about their daily routine. Nano came back periodically to check on you, giving you a bowl of water to drink. One time, it was tinged pink again and you felt the potion do its work. The heat went through you as your body recovered.

You must’ve fallen asleep at some point. When you opened your eyes, it was dark out, the sun had set, and the bonfire was going again. The whole tribe were gathered and eating

“Enjoy rest?” Looking down, you see the fur-clad shaman looking at you. “You sleep rest of day.”

“Must’ve still been tired.” You mutter before yawning loudly. A loud grumble was heard and you blush as you touch your stomach.

“Hungry?” Reta asks with a smirk.

She turns and shouts something in goblin. Moments later, a couple of goblins come carrying a large, cooked boar on a slab of rock in front of you. It took four of them to lift and hold all of it.

“Eat to your fill.” The shaman gestures. Your mouth waters at the roasted pig. Scooching forward and reaching, you tear off an already cut portion and bring it close. The smell reaching your nose, you take a bite of the cooked meat and moan as you taste it. Opening your eyes, you spot a couple of goblins looking at you with drool coming from their mouths.

Looking down at the pig, you see the bearers are trying and failing to hide their hunger as well.

‘Way to make me feel like an ass.’ Switching hands, you bend down and tear off a small portion this time.

“Reta.” The shaman looks to you. “Tell them to share it. Go feast on it.”

She smiles, looks to the carriers and speaks to them. They blink, look at you and then at each other. Braking out in grins, they run towards the fire with the pig, shouting something you can’t make out. Other’s cheer as the pig is set down and goblins begin tearing into the pig. You give the small portion to Reta, who accepts it and begins eating as well.

“I take it Murook didn’t like sharing much.” You mutter, taking another bite.

“Murook chief, take most for self. Bigger means more food, some only eat scraps.” She says as you watch the goblins tear into it with voracious hunger.

Nano comes up to you with another bowl of water. You reach and take the offered bowl and place it on your seat. Looking at her, you tear off a piece of your portion and give it to her. She looks at the offered food, at you and then back at it. Gingerly, she takes it and starts eating with a smile.

‘You nice, but be careful. Others be jealous.’ Reta’s voice speaks in your head. Glancing, you see some female goblins looking in jealousy.

You soon finish your food as you wipe the grease on your pants. Drinking the water, you sit back as you look at the socializing little green creatures. Any other time, this sight would have been uneasy, now though, it seems peaceful.

“Means you accept tribe.” Reta says as she walks in front of you. That mischievous grin is back and her eyes give off that glow again. “Now is time to fully embrace tribe.”

‘What does that mean?’ You ponder with a confused look as she turns to look at the fire. She shouts out loudly. All the goblins calm down and look towards her as she raises her staff. What is she-

“ORGIA!!”