The other goblins conversed in their scratchy tongue, but the chief hissed and silenced them. But rather than demand they be quiet, as was assumed by what little was known of these creatures and their hierarchy, the creatures took his meaning as something different. They conversed, instead, in Common among themselves.<br/><br/>"Stay? Stay? She stay? Come with us?" one hissed just loud enough for Nemissa to overhear. They understood her, this couldn't have been some shallow trick.<br/><br/>"Stay, yes! Clan wife!" said another across the pond, grinning ear to ear and obscenely jerking his cock to some horrible thought. What did goblins know of wives! At most they were known to keep breeding slaves, and they wouldn't dare subject a proud elf to such a thing! Poor human girls, perhaps, but who would stand for a blessed fae in some dark hole bearing abominations?<br/><br/>"Oh! So now you'd like our hospitality, is that it, Ms. Traveler?" taunted the chief waving her book back and forth between two fingers, almost letting it slip away and fall into the water in a cruel tease. "How can we trust you? A spy? You elves are always so high and mighty, we turn our back for a moment and you're gone with our loot."<br/><br/>"Thief!" shouted a greedy little imp hugging one of her dresses he'd filched from her pack against his tiny, dirty body. Others holding their own picked trinkets from her belongings also flinched and hissed at her, baring crooked teeth or none at all.<br/><br/>"Now, now, boys. Let's give her a chance. We are... gentlemen!" extolled their chief, and on cue the goblins mimicked their bowing leader with a hand moved over their hearts and a nod of their head. How absurd, especially when a few had their cocks in their other hand! "So, Miss Traveller-Spy-Elf, why should we trust you, hm?"