The goblin presented an interesting proposal.  She knew in her heart that she should hate this creature.  She kept telling herself that goblins had killed her family.  But honestly that meant little to her.  She never knew the people that gave her birth.  Her mother was an elven freeblade, and if anything, she would never have been the person she was today if she hadn't been adopted by Lenti'ana.  So she found it difficult to hate the goblins.  She shifted her weight, unwittingly shifting the moonsilk cloth that hung down from her corset and giving the goblin a breif view of her charms between her thighs.  She didn't even think about such things as she pondered how trust worthy the beast might be.<br/><br/>She nodded then, "Ok, I'll push you in this cart, but my earlier statement stands.  If I think for a moment you're lying or about to betray me, the first thing I do is cleave your head from your shoulders.  I don't want to walk into a town full of your people either, so we stop before we get there, you'll have to make the rest of the way yourself.  If a single trap goes off without your warning..."  She let the threat hang.<br/><br/>"Pull yourself into the cart, I have no urge to touch you."  She pointed to the cart, it might not be the easiest to push, but it would be preferable to touching the goblin.  Plus if need be, she could shove it away and leap back to draw her blade.  She didn't trust that the goblin wouldn't walk her into a trap given the chance.  This way at least he'd be ahead of her.