Goblins weredownat the very top of the list of creatures Deneve depised in the island. She was relavtively confident of talking her way out of trouble with any other sentient creatures, except maybe trolls, but them she could intimidate with her fire, but goblins. She had never really graspedhow their minds actually worked. She sighed. She wasn't in the best of moods anyway, it had taken her five attempts to heal rest of the poisons effects with her wand, which she had finally gotten working again.<br/><br/>"I'll help you allright, should make a splendid new song." She smiled, though her exppression was bit unsure. "And after... I don't know. It would be a grand adventure, but I belong to this island. My island."<br/>