<strong>Location:</strong>Lady's Lake;<strong>Time &amp; Date:</strong>Early-evening, 16 Elient (Adventure Day 1)<br/><strong>Alura's Hp:</strong>40/40<br/><hr/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CAwX0qRWUAAj4p1.jpg:large)</div>Alura's guess of what exactly this particular goblin might be doing proves correct, and as deep in concentration as he is in polishing his maleness, he doesn't seem to realised that someone is upon him until Alura speaks right next it.  His reaction is one of shock, though it seems more from being caught unawares than from being caught exercising his tool.<br/><br/>Scrambling to his feet, and out of Alura's reach, he crouches low to the ground on all fours snarling until he seems to comprehend there is only one person there.  His eyes quickly search the shadows behind the lake maiden before he stands full height - which isn't really much; barely able to reach Alura's waist, even if he stood tiptoed - whilst his still erect member bobs like a finger of accusation pointed at her.  Despite Alura's challenge, his eyes measure the distance between where he left his sword embedded in the earth.<br/><br/>"Who you?" he demands seemingly ignoring, his common understandable, if broken.  "Grish search whole place!  There is no one supposed be here!"<br/><br/>Having vented a little of his fear and anger, if only through words, his eyes begin to take in the scantily clad dryad.  His gaze is weary, as though searching for weapons, but quickly narrows as he takes in the virtual nudity of garb.  His cock, large for a goblin, but not really in comparison for a man, regains the rigidity that it was starting to lose.  Unconsciously, he licks his lips, and his black nailed clench spasmodically, as though imagining them squeezing something soft.<br/><br/>Perhaps he suddenly remembers something of Alura's question, as he suddenly thumps his chest.  "I Grish!" he proclaims proudly, though perhaps with little dignity.  "I big head scout for area!  You no mess with or big trouble come to you!  Yes!  Yes!  Thousand goblins!  Hundreds orcs!  You not supposed be here; you already in trouble!"<br/><br/>The little goblins words grow more confident - though it is equally likely bluster - the more he speaks.  "But maybe you help Grish with 'problem'?  And maybe I forget I see you, yes?"  Even the most dim-witted of women could easily tell what problem he's talking about from the lechery of his too grin, not to mention the unsubtle scratch he makes beneath his balls.