To his home, wherever that may be

"Mmm, the boys back home will looove you," Grinko cackles. He snaps the cart's reigns, and the donkey begins to move.

"Hey!" you protest, being pulled forward. "I'll freeze!"

Grinko sighs, muttering something in Goblish, and grabs a blanket from the cart, tying it around your neck, giving you a smelly, furry robe. "What's yer name, boy?" he asks, as he climbs back into his seat.

"It's John--" you start, but then the goblin interrupts you.

"Wrong," he says, as you get pulled down the mountain, through the snow. "Yer a slave now, you don't get a real name. You're just 'Boy' from now on, got it? Or 'slave', or 'bitch'. Got it?"