>>5799626“Woah! Where do you think YOU’RE going?!”
You looked up sharply to find your father, blade extended, with Yok-Brot at its point—and the goblin’s grubby hands inches from the blade you’d earlier made him relinquish. The raider’s eyes were wide with fear and hatred.
“Getting my things and going,” he snarled. “We’re evens, ain’t we? Square’s square?”
“Who said we were done with you, ey?” Ruldofo asked smugly.
“Fuck you, human scum!” the goblin spat. “Can’t trust you far as you can throw you, and you can’t throw your fat, overgrown arses at all!”
You frowned, considering your options. If you let the goblin go, he could prove another enemy—one who knew better than most how tapped your resources were, and who might even see fit to stalk you and to help coordinate an assault while you all rested. Furthermore, you still needed info which, to your knowledge, only the goblins could provide—IF he could be trusted to give accurate information, or to lead you to one which could. There was the option of showing HIM trust—true trust, or at least a reasonable facsimile—and attempting to befriend him… But even healed of his superficial damage, Yok-Brot was rather foul and crass, and you weren’t sure that he didn’t still want you dead.
What did you do?
>Let him take his blade and go—you’re done with him>Keep him captive, and interrogate him>Attempt to befriend Yok-Brot, and to ask him for help with your quest>Have Rudolfo kill him—he’s too dangerous to let live, even if you can’t do the deed yourself>Write-in 