"Boss! Book, book!"<br/><br/>The shrill yelp behind her would have dropped jaws at her college, even more so than the burly chieftain who many would have adamantly dismissed as an orc hoax. But waving one of Nemissa's journals in the air, strewn contents of her traveling bag scattered at his feet, was an unmistakable textbook goblin. His oversized head, long, thin arms that bulged into broad hands, a goblin down to the bone.<br/><br/>And it, too, was shouting Common albeit more garbled than the chief's own speech. Never mind that it seemingly understood what it held to be a book, a fascinating insight into long debated goblin intelligence, that was<em>her</em>journal! And the poor dark elf had to watch it sail through the air above her head, just out of reach of her arms, and fall into the chief's hands. At least it hadn't fallen into the pond, ruining years of research with the ink bleeding out into the swamp!<br/><br/>"Hoh, for a poor outcast," he mocked, puckering his pudgy lips and feigning a broken heart, "you're looking a lot like a spy, she-elf!" As damning proof he turned to her page after page of sketches and notes she'd taken on the mysteries of the swamp.<br/><br/>"Spy!"<br/><br/>"Take her!"<br/><br/>The goblins thrust their weapons, iron and flesh alike, threateningly at Nemissa. Such a rare gift, and they squandered it on slander! Things were beginning to resemble a court more than an ambush, the chief sitting proud as inquisitor judge while the goblin audience and jury heckled the dark elf. At least back at her college the men hadn't brandished their cocks at her in the open, even if some clearly did in their own perverted minds. The goblins then were a bit more honest.<br/><br/>The chief raised his hand to calm his pack, and hunched down on his haunches while hanging his gorilla arms over his knees. "My swamp cares little for whatever passes for 'blight' in your books, she-elf. And your blessings would dissolve in its muck as fast as you could cast them. If you wish to leave, then leave as you are," he smiled, motioning to her nakedness. "But this," he added, tapping her journal, "and those," pointing to her gear, "will stay."