Three short figures approaching

Peeking out from the underbrush, the young scribe spotted three small figures walking parallel to the path he had spotted earlier.

'Humanoids. Short. Approximately three feet tall.' Myron thought to himself, well practiced in memorizing details for later inscription. 'All three appear female with slender builds. Dark brown hair. Short pointed ears. A pair of small horns on each head.'

As they drew closer, he could hear them talking but he didn't recognize the language. He was fluent in four languages, but all of them were from the human territories. Their voices were soft and feminine but the language seemed use mostly short one syllable words.

'Clad in animal skins, crude sandals,' he continued as he got a closer look. 'Two carrying over-sized wooden clubs, almost two/thirds their height, indicating more strength than one would guess from their small size.' He ducked down behind the brush, as they walked past his hiding place.

The creatures continued talking, and Myron thought they made laughing noises as they passed by. He heard the sound their voices lessen as they began walking away, but he still waited for a moment longer before peeking out again. When he did, he could see the trio following their path, and tried to get one more good look at them.

Standing up a little higher, he felt something hard bump against the back of his head and reached back, trying to brush it away. Instead of finding a low hanging branch, his fingers found something smooth. Still wooden, but lacking the bark like the rest of the trees around him. As he realized the object was thicker than a branch, the scribe slowly turned around and found himself looking down the length of a large wooden club.

Holding the other end of the club was a fourth female creature, the same type as the trio he had watching. Beside her stood another, and both were smiling broadly, knowing that they had gotten the drop on him while he watched their friends. As they smiled, Myron could see their teeth, mostly human-like, but with more pronounced canine teeth on top. Aside from those small fangs, the horns, pointed ears, and small stature, he thought that the creatures appeared close to human. He couldn't guess at their age, not even knowing what species they were, but from their nearly flat chests, they appeared to be younger than him. It wouldn't go in his notes, but Myron thought these females were actually sort of cute.

The one training her club on him ticked her chin upwards, toward him and spoke, loud and short but unintelligible to Myron.

The scribe thought that it was probably some sort of command, but he had no idea for what. He gave his friendliest smile, raising his hands up above his head as he oftly shook his head. "Ah... Sorry... I don't understand... Do you speak common? Human?"

The creature smiled wider and nodded, then nudged the other with her elbow. "Hooman," she said and then chuckled.

"Hooman," the other agreed with a laugh.

The first motioned the end of the club upward with two quick ticks and said, "Hooman up now."

With some difficulty, Myron climbed to his feet while keeping his hands raised. "Of course, of course... I'm sorry if I'm intruding in your territory," he said as he stood up straight, finding himself towering over the their heads by two feet. "I seem to have gotten separated from my group and I'm a little lost..."

As he spoke, the first creature kept her club pointed at the young scribe, while the other stepped closer. Myron expected her to search his pockets but instead, her hand moved between his thighs and cupped his crotch, giving it a testing squeeze. He froze as she gave his package another gentle squeeze, only able to stutter out, "E-excuse me, Miss!"

She released her grip, seeming pleased as she turned to her partner and grinned as she said, "Good. Man hooman." She raised her hand to her mouth, calling out past Myron, "Man hooman!"

He turned his head as he heard a trio of yipping cheers, and saw the first group returning. Myron suddenly realized that they had simply been bait to catch his attention as the other two ambushed him. As they drew behind him, another hand darted between his legs from behind and cupped his crotch again. As the feminine fingers groped him, the scribe found himself stiffening in her grip, despite the potential danger he found himself in.

The groping creature felt the swelling and laughed. "Ooh! Good man hooman for queen! Queen like him sure!" She gave one more grope for good measure, then withdrew her hand.

Myron felt awkward with his hands over his head and a visible erection now pressing out against his pants, but did his best to remain polite as he asked, "Your queen? The new Overlord? That's wonderful! That's where my group was traveling to! You can take me there?"

The five females were suddenly quiet, looking back and forth between each other, before they all burst out laughing. One looked up to him, smiling as she shook her head. "Not big bad queen! She far far away. Man hooman go to goblin queen. Goblin queen very like man hooman!"

"You-- You're goblins?" Myron thought back to everything that he had read about goblins, but none of it fit with the creatures surrounding him now. No green skin or razor sharp maws to be seen here. He did seem to remember that most goblin tribes were ruled over by a hobgoblin. "Your queen... Is she a hobgoblin?"

"Yah," the goblin girl said as she prodded Myron's chest with her club. "Queen is big goblin. Go see her now. We get big reward!"

The two goblins without clubs pushed the human to turn around and led him onto the path. As the quintet moved around him, they began talking in their goblin language again, chattering excitedly, and he had to assume that it was all about him. The human had to step slowly, with each of his strides being twice as long as each of theirs.

He briefly considered trying to run off while they were distracted with their conversations, but taking another look at how easily the small females carried their heavy clubs, he put it out of his mind. He guessed that one good swing of their clubs would be enough to break bones and he didn't want to risk that unless it was absolutely necessary.

Instead, Myron quietly made his way along the path, studying his goblin captors as they guided him toward their village and their queen.