The chain was rusty and let out a bit of noise, but it did not snap at the pull, tensing and giving out some nasty noise, but holding together. As she was pulling on it, the boy turned to look at her a bit hopeful, but speaking up in turn. "The big red has it I think, but he likes to lend it to a goblin with a red tattoo of a skull on his face."<br/><br/>At that time, a goblin hand patted across her rump. One of the green-tattooed goblins near the kid had a smirk on its face, having watched her try and tug the chain and take the opportunity it seemed. It was on the breeches but still, the goblin had its hand against the curve of her ass.<br/><br/>On another note, the bracelet's time was about up, it looked like she could become a he in a couple of minutes or maybe even right away. It was hard to tell if it was exactly at the end already or just very near to being so.