Wait for the perfect moment to strike.

Contemplating the risks involved in rushing a crafty goblin, you wait until the perfect moment to strike, a moment which presented itself a few minutes later as a few squirrels across the road were making a racket in the dispute of the ownership of a fallen acorn. This of course diverted the attention of the little goblin who turned away from you and provided an opportunity to slowly move unseen towards her.

A few steps away your heart was racing and you knew this was the moment to pounce and extra care should be given to restrain her arms lest she cast a spell which would most certainly be adverse to your efforts. With a leap and a loud thump you tackled the little goblin to the ground, holding her arms behind her back before quickly tying them with a short rope you brought for this exact occasion.

"Leaves mes alone you dirtys pinkears, I didn't dos anything wrongs!" she yelled at you while thrashing around under your grip.

"Just stop struggling, I do not want to harm you. I will however gag you now lest you cast a spell on me." you replied as you tied a rope around her head and over her mouth, coming awfully close to that set of pointy teeth of hers before tying the knot behind her head. With a throaty heave you pick her up and put her over your shoulder, ready for the trip back to Garto and a 30 Crowners payday.

A short walk later you found the Warden of Law in the Frail Guards Barracks, he was a stout but ancient man with a beard that hung to his chest and eyes that portrayed wisdom. He quickly relieved you of the kicking and thrashing bounty and placed her into a cell marked with numerous runes that suppressed her magical abilities, before untying the ropes around her arms and head. With a joyful smile he counted out your reward of 30 Crowners and placed them firmly in your hand before returning to his quarters. After a hard days work you return to the Cobswallower Inn to lay your head down for the night.