>>5800566>2 for reflexes>11, 13 for sociability (disadvantages for attacking them cancelled out for your mending of Yok-brot and peaceable approach, but it’s still a failure)Before you could react—or even Rudolfo, for that matter, which was more impressive—the small and nimble wastelander was upon you, wrenching your arm down and pressing his knife—once more in his hand—to your gut.
“Know why this knife’s at your stomach?” the goblin demanded, in a low growl. “Because a stab here’ll kill you slow—real slow, and painful, and you’ll shit yourself andwallow in that fucking shit until you’re dead, and you’ll KNOW it!”
You gulped, trying not to tremble.
“YOU HEAR ME?!”
You nodded, and the goblin—confident in your understanding, flicked his gaze to your father.
“Don’t even think it, humie,” he sneered. “ You heard me, and I MEAN it. I’m leaving, and I’m not giving you lot SHIT on my family.”
Even in your state of panic, you recognized a clue here. Yok-Brot claimed to have never been to Hawksong, and by his age—and given goblin rates of maturation—it was a certainty he hadn’t been there twenty years ago. He was, if you had to guess, probably between twelve and fifteen years old; younger than Pearce or your other classmates, but a fully-developed adult by his race’s standards, just barely. But someone in his FAMILY knew what you needed to know. SOMEONE he was related to, someone still alive and worth protecting to this nomadic vagabond, had been there, twenty years ago.
You had no magical energies left, not without taking some time for a short rest. Pearce was still unconscious, Muffins still injured and recovering, and your carriage was still waiting a little over an hour’s trek away… And you had a knife in your gut, and less than no physical combat ability. You were in fact pretty confident that this goblin, less than half your weight, was physically stronger than you, even without the knife.
“We square?!”
What did you do?
>Struggled free, and cried for Rudolfo to attack and capture Yok-Brot>Agreed to let Yok-Brot go—you’d track him and his ilk down later>Baited Yok-Brot into taking you captive, to replace his previous hostage>Write-in 