This choice: She head's to a nearby Goblin Village • Go Back...Chapter #5The grass ain't greener over here... by: Ajg   You can't see where you're going but Toft's been walking for awhile. After leaving the Inn, you find yourself in the forest outside town. Wanting to know what's going on, but almost too afraid to ask, you're left mute as the short assassin walks into the night seemingly aimlessly.
But, after a while, it seems she arrived at her destination. But, it's not a bandit hideout or a branch of the Red Raven guild. No, it's a simple village. A very primitive one by the looks of it. But, that makes sense... since the guards standing watch are both short goblins just like Toft.
Looking back at her, the two Goblins raise their spears and speak something out in Ghukliak. But, it seems Toft's fluent which isn't much of a surprise as she laughs something back before the two Goblins join in her good-natured banter. This is brief, and without being so much as checked, she's let in.
"Heh, us Goblins don't care about travelers if they're fellow Goblins. You can find hill tribes like this all over the place. I've been here a few times myself. It ain't as great as Hilda's Inn though. There's lots of work there for me, and great booze. Not to mention weird things always happen, like a tiny adventurer becoming my property. But, this place does have something only I can find here." Toft chuckles before making her way towards a pair of large huts covered in mud and held up by rocks at their foundation.
"Hmm, hard decisions now. I have a few acquaintances here we can see. There's Milga. She's great! Though you may not like her since she's not like most goblins. She's got a little extra thing to work with down in her loincloth that turns others off. But, I like it~ She usually drags me into her hut the moment I knock on her door, whether I want to stay or not! I doubt tonight would be different. I may not even be allowed to leave until morning if she's pent-up enough. How's she sound? You wanna meet Milga?" Toft snickered.
Shaking your head no at the prospect of meeting a futa Goblin of all creatures, your refusal doesn't seem to surprise your captor as the green-skinned woman hums to herself out loud. "Well, if you don't want her... I suppose we can always go and see the Moss sisters! I bet you'd love them! But, just a word of warning, they've never heard of a razer before. You'll probably get tangled in their *moss* in all sorts of places before the night is over. Can't say it will be too clean by human standards either. But to us Goblins, that's par for the course when you're having fun in bed." She smirked.
Looking up at Toft horrified by the two options she's given you, your eyes shift towards the two huts as the larger woman moves you back and forth slowly. The only thing you can ask yourself, is what fate is the best of two terrible choices?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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