>>6104653The knight shields the wizard, blocking the goblins trying to touch her body, pushing them away so she can dress herself in the filthy rags.
Her feet are small. Her knees, familiar cheeks, and the extremities of her body are pink. The little girl looks like a beautiful porcelain doll, but she has the highest degree of impaired mobility in both legs — she's paralyzed. This is completely inadequate for dungeon crawling, and it leaves you curious.
She’s upset, but when she realizes they didn’t give a damn about her books, having bitten them and tossed them to the ground, she excitedly crawls over to retrieve them.
In the middle of all this, Zalrog calls you aside, "I don’t understand. You’ve always killed. You’ve delivered so many humans to me. What’s different this time?"
It’s true, you’ve killed people before, but for the first time, you had a choice. "Uh… It’s just that–"
"Never mind, I won’t understand. Here, take this." He opens a bottle with bits of fruit pulp and spits into it. "Let it ferment for a few weeks before drinking. Come back soon and bring lots of gifts."
>goblin flask - goblin beer made with potato and spit, drink to become a more monstrous version of Zalrog for a few minutes"I can’t believe the colony released all of us for so little. And on top of that, I’m leaving with a gift. Thank you, Zalrog. I’ll give you everything I promised."
“Yes, compared to our loser, cold-blooded neighbors, goblins are stubborn and hate losing. I wouldn’t have been able to free them alive if, while I was shouting at you, the colony didn’t have another lost human to enslave. Who knows, I must be chosen by the gods.”
>oh nice (leave)>what (worry and ask him) 