The goblin staggered back, tripping over the small boulder in shock. He, like so many other goblins, never heard their own language spoken by a human. It was almost unintelligible as well, his dialect like most others being so primitive and guttural in comparison to the chime bells in Aya's throat. Never mind the paralyzing excitement of watching her breasts swing and rock back and forth before him as she leaned over. Human girls were so soft, goblins like him went wild whenever they caught one. But as the runt who couldn't do his job properly he never got his turn sometimes.<br/><br/>"Hello!" he stammered, looking left and right again wondering if she was talking to someone else - maybe whoever this handsome person was that could be sneaking up on him right now. But when no one else showed up he again locked his eyes on her breasts. "C-cave!" he added, pointing in the direction of the goblin lair's entrance most likely. But he then quickly pulled his finger back and shook his head violently. "Just trash!"