To the goblin caves!

With sudden decisiveness you raise your other foot and shove the goblin off. The goblin plops onto his ass, giving a beseeching look as you rise to your feet. He is evidently afraid he has displeased you. You smile. You can work with that.

“****,” you instruct in a firm tone causing the demi-human to lurch to attention (or…slouch to, but the thought – particularly with what little there is to think with - is what counts). “****, you are to take me to your camp. There, you will introduce me to your leader.”

At first the goblin seemed eager to agree, but he quickly grew apprehensive and babbled a protest. “No, no. B-but Mistress! No, can’t take you. Other goblins will be cruel to Mistress! Assume you **** to…to me-“

“Did I ask your opinion?” you snap, looming before him, fire burning in your eyes.

The wretch quails before your fury, actually dropping to his knees and knocking his head against the grassy ground in supplication. “P-please mistress! **** didn’t mean it! Please don’t hate ****! **** is sorry!”

You sigh in contempt and shake your head. “Stand up.” He does, almost teary eyed in simple minded fear of your anger. “****,” you instruct, speaking down to him as you would a child. “I know precisely what I am doing. Do you think you know better than me?”

“Me-“

“That was rhetorical, ****.”

“Wha-“

“It means you don’t.”

“Oh…”

“No matter. Now,” you roll your shoulders and suddenly recall your nudity. You look upon your curvy form, flushed slightly pink by the cool forest air and your recent exertions. Flawless, as usual, and though the nudity would usually bother you it may in fact work to your advantage. You suddenly look around the black forest, realization of where you are and that it’s been miraculous some other monster hasn’t been drawn by your cries or scent yet. You rub an arm, the chill of vulnerability brushing past you once more. This time however, the fires of **** keep it at bay.

You turn back to the goblin, eyes hard and vengeful. There’s no more time to waste here. “Take me to the camp.”

The creature is hesitant, but obedient. Retrieving his spear, knife and loincloth, he beckons you into the woods and leads you into darkness.

Your walk is long but mercifully uneventful. Unmerciful however is how little you had appreciated footwear before this trek. Brambles and roots and stub your toes and trip you up. Thick skeletal branches block your path and claw at you vengefully for all their brothers used for Paisley paperwork, their presence masked in the **** darkness until you walk right into them. Secretive bastards that they are.

What feels like hours later the goblin halts and beckons you to both do the same and be silent. You do so, falling into a crouch and following your thrall through several thick bushes. Before long, the dull orange glow of fire peeks shyly through the brambles, their source revealed as your **** carefully moves some leaves out of the way.

Before you is a small network of caves hewn from the mountains sloped, gaping mournfully into the night, their depths a deeper darkness against the night. The brush about the caves have been partially cleared, and for a moment you can almost wonder if it is only some caves. However, a glance at the ground confirms your thrall’s tale. No matter how clever goblins seem to be, their inherent disregard for cleanliness gets the better of them. Refuse was piled willy nilly about the slopes leading to the cave. Small piles of bones, broken wood, and things that even the foraging goblins had no use for. You smile a private smile. This was it.

The glow of the light came from a small fire nestled in the mouth of the largest cave, overlooking the whole of the slope. Around it you could see the shadowed outline of several goblins, their small stocky bodies, angular features and sharp dagger-like ears informing you of their species.

You frown fractionally at the sight of the sentries. There would be goblins positioned in strategic points in the caves, and likely even outside of it. You suspect that your thrall took particular caution in keeping you from the eyes of those sentries, but such tactics would avail you little in the close confines of the caverns. You could probably overwhelm the first guard, but then you would still have the problem of the legion of others waiting in those dark depths.

This will require a degree of subtlety. You turn to your goblin. “****,” you whisper. “Here is what we shall do...”