While in the Goblin Chiefs hut.........
The companions stand before the goblin chief in his ceremonial headdress. To most, this would appear as a crown made of mere discarded chicken and pheasant feathers, but this would be to your folly. Upon his head sits the great crown of the goblin chiefs handed down from father to son and often taken in combat. To them, this is a sacred crown and he who holds the crown holds power over the two hundred or more green skins in the makeshift village. The chief sits on his broken throne looking down on the companions. “Pale one you lie” he snarls in green skin and points a crooked finger at a sweating and obviously nervous Dirt. “I know we did not deliver as promised but we did leave you a way back into your old home” Dirt responds in broken green skin.
The Chief looks around, pondering the situation, then looks slyly at the companions, “We must be compensated for your… treachery”. This reaction prompts Dirt to look down and shuffle through his pockets and pouches. “Well, I have five …no ten …. No thirteen” Dirt mumbles out loud to himself. Dirt looks up at the Chief, sweeping his arms widely, “Oh, great and terrible Chief…. We have thir.. Suddenly, he feels a tug on his right sleeve and looks down at Yipee staring back. As the kobold looks up, she hands Dirt a bag of coins.
Dirt looks back at the chief and starts again, “Oh, great and monstrous Chief…. We have fifty gold to offer you”. The greenskinned chief looks on unmoved at the human, and Yipee tugs on Dirt’s sleeve again. “One hundred” Dirt adds. The chief raises an eyebrow, and Yipee tugs on Dirt’s sleeve again, “No two hundred gold for our ..... transgressions,” Dirt continues one final time. With this offer, the goblin chief smiles and accepts the bargain.– Dirt Green Skin Friend
- By Synica Melton
- Art By Ricardo De Gaspar
