>>6055509Suddenly, you hear the voice of Yerk speak over the party.
“Brothers. This raid was successful! We have meat!” He yells loudly.
In response, the remaining goblins cheer. “RAHHH!”. You join in, of course.
“We return today with honor! The Chief will surely praise us!”
Again, another “RAHHH!” fills the air.
“Burq will stay here, and we will return. Then together, our kin will haul back our prizes.”
And with that, the goblins in the camp begin scuttling around to ready themselves for travel.
Yerk makes his way over to you, making a stiff face before speaking.
“You, Oh miserable, will bring back the horses. Since you secured them. If you lose one or drag our pace too far behind, we will eat you.”
His words, although harsh, have a tone that recognizes your accomplishments. It is welcome to you.
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The return trip is tough on you. Getting the lame horses to keep pace with the party is extremely difficult at first as you leave the river’s valley. The second part of the trip is easier, however. And in this, you have a chance to think and talk. It is now you notice Higby next to you. It seems that during the travel, his position in the party has drifted back to your position.
Almost as though he realizes you noticed him, he speaks.
“You took so many odd things from camp, Rubble. Why? What use are knife-ear foot coverings, or man’s small golden discs? And what of the small shooting thing that no-longer works?”
He asks so many questions so suddenly, yet all the while maintains a neutral forward-facing expression. Odd one. But real questions are not something often asked by your kind, so you are inclined to answer. It’s kind of exciting.
>Ramble on what you’ve learned from the random writings you have come across in the trash pile. Get real passionate.>Be a little more concise and likable, even if it’s not your first instinct (Write-in)>Stary silent and let him know you aren’t interested in answering. You don’t want to fraternize.>(Write-in) 