Casting a look at her hand though swiftly turning his gaze to her other hand as well, the goblin lad seemed to be watchful of what she did, and not one to be easily distracted, the gesture being met with a serious gaze for a moment before reaching out in turn to grasp her hand in his, shaking it firmly. Quite strong for a goblin, but not overly so. Still, he looked at her hand and then up at her as she spoke out her wish to speak, before smiling faintly. "Very well, I am willing to step inside to talk, and I am<em>Jack</em>as I am going to assume you already knew." He pulled his hand free, then moving back into the tent.<br/><br/>Moving into it, she'd come to find the tent's interior was quite barren, leading to a section of the wall pressed against the open other end of the tent. Pressing on a pair of blanks, Jack moved a bit of the wall out of the way to reveal a fair-sized room beyond, gesturing her to step inside first. Then moving the wall back in place, seeming to have 'vanished' from the tent along with her for any possible prying eyes, the wall no this side showing a bit more clear 'frame' to it, along with a set of hooks on both sides, and a wooden beam nearby that probably could be used to block that path securely and giving the illusion of a sturdy wall, if necessary.<br/><br/>The room had no other doors apparent, but there was a stony fireplace, with some wood crackling underneath a pot, some fresh fish set down on a small table nearby, some parts cut loose by now. There was a king-sized bed in a corner, and a chest near it. There was a table on the other wall with various trinkets seeming to rest on it, but it was too dark to say certainly just what. The floor was wooden, but cracked here and there, showing smooth stone beneath.<br/><br/>"So, what brings you to this place?" The green-skinned man asked while turning to face her, a hand on the hilt of his sword for a moment, before he slipped the blade off of his belt and onto the table where the fist rested as well, gazing at her seriously. "I have heard there's a halfling prisoner with the orcs, an elf running loose in the tunnels somewhere, and a human that actually dared to press on further. Now, if you are looking for that exactly, you'd pick it up without having to see Jack, so I'll assume you have something of real interest on mind then." He looked at her seriously, gazing at her face. The way he looked her over, he was aware she was a woman, and the look her bosom got, it seemed unlikely the lad was into other men, but the willpower he had keeping his gaze up at her face and talking business, combined with a certain confidence, did say something about the goblin in itself.