>>6050506He drops to his knees and begins clutching his neck with both hands.
Instead of finishing him off, you watch and see how he dies. You have never witnessed a creature more intelligent than your brothers die before. And as you had hoped, the process is decidedly different. Instead of thrashing about or crying aloud like an animal, the man is mostly silent. He clenches his teeth in a visage of intense fury, but mostly stays still.
You feel something that you know deep down that you likely won’t be able to explain to your brothers; respect. Not fear, but honor towards the thing dying before you. You want to be more like it, or perhaps become something even better.
The man falls forward onto his face, signifying his death. Your first battle has concluded with the death of your first enemy.
By now Thob, Higby, and the two other living goblins have arrived at the sight of your battle. While the other goblins look in surprise at what you have accomplished, Thob walks up to you. He pushes you down, suddenly.
“Where were you, miserable thing? Hiding next to the horse things? Many goblin brothers died needlessly because of your cowardice.”
You can’t tell if his statement is one of concern for his fallen brothers or if this is just an attempt to keep your reputation/ranking in check. Whichever it is, he seems genuinely angry.
What you say next could influence how you are treated when you return, and even what kind of loot you are allowed to keep.
>Stay silent. Whatever you say could end in a brawl, and your tired body is not prepared to defend itself>Speak up [Write-in]>Attack him [Write-in] [roll 1d100] 