Talk

Eris considers talking to it. She evalutes the creature from head to toe. A oversized bulbous head sits atop a child-like torso. Its features could range from a face only a mother could love to butt fucking ugly. Then again, Eris didn't know if goblin mothers even loved their children. It had large pointy ears, much like an elf's but significantly more leathery. Two sickly yellow eyes and a pointy hooked nose over a mouthful of sharp teeth completes the picture.

Moving down the body, it had the look of an emaciated child, with ribs sticking out and a bloated belly. Two thin arms hang at its side, one hand clutching an 'axe' made from a stone tied to a branch. It wears a loincloth around its waist, and that was where Eris' eyes widened in shock. A lengthy cock hangs between its legs, dangling all the way down to its knobbly knees even completely flaccid. It was the only thing about the goblin Eris could call impressive. She gulps down her saliva as she tries hard not to think about how it would feel to have that majestic cock plowing her insides.

She shakes her head to clear the thought. Diplomacy was worth a try. If anything, maybe the goblin would let down its guard and she could kill it.

Stepping out from behind the corner, she is about to open her mouth when the goblin does something completely unexpected. At the sight of an armed adventurer, it throws its axe on the ground, gets on its knees and starts begging for its life in broken Common.

"Please! Spare me! Me no hurt you." It sobs, grovelling at Eris' feet.

Eris stares at it in bewilderment. Never before has she heard of a goblin begging for mercy. They were cunning creatures, that much was true, but using pity to try and elicit sympathy? It was completely out of the left field. Furthermore, the monster didn't take advantage of Eris' momentary confusion to attack her. She stares at it as tears roll down its green cheeks, tracking furrows through the dirt encrusting its face.