"P-place?" asked the goblin, legs scratching against one another in anxious thought. Or what little he could manage. "Trash has no place..."<br/><br/>His earlier statement then wasn't just a poor attempt to be clever and divert her away from some treasure. No, he was merely speaking about himself. Goblins didn't have much in the way of charisma, that all important sense of self and force of personality. They simply settled on what other goblins called them for names, which in this poor creature's case shows just how disliked he was among his clan.<br/><br/>That was more than could be said however for their wisdom. Aya's teasing, seductive suggestion was totally lost on him as he stood up and brushed himself off cautiously, unable to read between the lines. Not that any of them could read in the first place. Instead he simply pointed at the hill behind him, and repeated "cave" before beginning to step back and walk away without his stick, presumably to guide her to the entrance and doltishly announce to the whole clan that Aya was here. Won't they be surprised, he thought. Maybe this time he can get first the first go between her legs when they capture her.