Trying to communicate

It didn’t take a genius to realise that I had little chance of fighting my way out of this predicament. Naturally, I opted for the next best option. I had to appease the goblins... somehow.

Cracking an awkward smile, I tried to communicate with them.

“Hey there, my goblin sirs! How are... are... erm... you?”, I said, nervously chuckling.

They looked at each other before the leader muttered some incomprehensible language. After a small pause, he repeated the same sounds. Was he asking me something?

“Hey, erm, sorry, I didn’t quite catch that. You see, I don’t speak Goblin! Apologies!”

Why was I being so polite? Chances were they couldn’t understand me, but then again... manners never hurt, do they?

The goblin leader repeated the question again. My lack of proper response frustrated him and, raising his dagger, he started towards me and I lifted my hands in the air to show I was not a threat. He quickly stepped up to me and put the dagger to my throat. I gulped...