>>6052884>>6052955>>6052969>>6053124>>6053134>>6053149>>6054663>>6055001You watch as the other goblins mill about, claiming weapons from the foes they slayed. Some bend down and begin eating the flesh of the dead, goblin and traveler alike. Those you see doing this are careful to only eat their fill and nothing more. Overeating of the spoils is discouraged, even when the reward is as bountiful as this one.
You scamper around the camp, desecrating boxes, pockets, and bags. You find a whole host of items, which you try to affix to your person in different ways.
You find
- A Bag of Assorted Tools (containing Iron nails, a hammer, chalk, twine, and a wood chisel)
- A Small Knife and Sheath
- A bundle of Rope
- A large Coin Purse (30 gold coins)
- A Sewing Kit (containing needles, pin cushion, and thread)
- (2) Maps (One of a broader geographical region termed “Principality of Chitselchia”, and the other of the region the travelers were passing through termed “Hurdaltz”)
- A Crossbow, with (2) Bolts
By the time you have finished rummaging and strapping items to your person, the late night has turned to early morning. It's early enough that the sun is still hours away, but definitely morning. You watch as the stars fade on the horizon as ambient light grows.
You walk around the camp, searching for anything further that might be of use. Your kin are lying about lazily, resting for the trek back to the cave. You’d hazard a guess that you will all be leaving the camp soon.
You come across the body of the witch lying on the ground. While she has been searched previously for items, you aren’t after anything hidden on her person. Instead, you eye her blood-soaked robe.
You glance over at higby, intent on going to him and asking permission to take items off of his kill. You find that he has been observing you while lying atop the wagon. After staring at each other for a moment, he gives you a small nod. Seemingly an approval of your unspoken request, you guess.
You strip off the robe at once. It’s a bit big for you, but with a little cutting that can be fixed. Her shoes, however, fit well. You make a mental note that your foot is roughly the same size as those of female knife-ears.
And lastly, you dawn her weird, witchy hat. You feel… magical. And embarrassed. The other goblins look at you, cringing. But what the fuck do they know? You are an inventor and savant; they would never understand your intellectual tastes. What if you yelled something cool while throwing glass and rocks into people's eyes? That would surely help steel your public opinion within the tribe.
Your mind then drifts elsewhere…
You ponder for a moment whether or not to eat the brains from the bodies before you. After some back and forth, you settle on going for it later, when other goblins are busy. Brains and organs are well-regarded nutrients by your clan and are at least used for breeding if they are not eaten.
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