Rolled 22 (1d280)
>>6116901>>6116864>>6116839>>6116836<span class="mu-g">You</span> want the hunt to go quickly, since that’s what you promised your sis. You want to learn a little more about Yeb-Uit, for totally innocent and not at all weird reasons. More than anything ELSE, though… You don’t want to fuck up. This is day one of your first real adventure—well, if you don’t count all that carnage in the Goblin Wastes a few years back. But you were, like, a sidekick or something then! Now, you think you might be the boss of this company? Or one of two bosses? An underboss? Being a Boss is a big deal in goblin culture, and the idea of making yourself—or ZZ—look bad in the eyes of your first two subordinates makes you shiver in your oversized attire.
…A shiver which Yeb-Uit seems to notice, casting you a strange glance.
“Just a chill,” you whisper apologetically. “‘S all good!”
Yeb just nods, either convinced or apathetic. Maybe both. More than anything though, the old gob seems focused—focused on the hunt, n the mission. You, in turn focus silently upon him. You watch the muscles and tendons shift under heis green skin, listen to the rustle of his ratty fabrics. You mimic the slow and smooth motions he makes, avoiding the same twigs and leaves which eh avoids. You remain at the ready, eager to offer what aid he might require, when or if he requests it!
(…Wait, who was the boss again?)
Rolling for random encounter; 1 thru 140 mean nothing unusual is encountered, anything above is a special event of some sort... 