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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Gnostic Goblin" data-source="post: 9533320" data-attributes="member: 7048243">Junk The adventurers trudged down the hillside, their armor clinking and boots crunching over loose rocks. The wizard sneezed loudly, nearly toppling over under the weight of his spellbook.“For the love of the gods, Merrick,” said the fighter, a burly woman with a scar running down her cheek. “How many times are you going to sneeze today? You’re worse than the bear.”“Not my fault!” Merrick said indignantly, adjusting his crooked glasses. “The goblins reeked of mold and… I don’t even know what else. Do they roll in swamp muck for fun?”“Probably,” the rogue said with a smirk, flipping a shiny dagger between his fingers. “But hey, it’s a small price to pay for this haul. I mean, look at this stuff! I didn’t know goblins had a taste for fine silverware.”Behind him, the bear lumbered along, the enormous sack of loot slung over its back. Every now and then, it glanced at the rogue as if contemplating whether to eat him.“Goblins don’t have a taste for it,” the fighter said. “They steal it from travelers. We’re just… repossessing it.”The rogue shrugged. “Loot’s loot.”The cleric, walking a few paces behind the group, cleared her throat. “We’re losing focus. Shouldn’t we be talking about what we actually accomplished here? The goblin problem is dealt with, for now. But did anyone else think it was weird how quickly we found that cave?”“Not weird,” Merrick said, adjusting his hat. “We had help. That goblin, what was his name? Skunk? Junk?”“Gunk,” said the fighter. “Yeah, that was suspiciously easy. He gave us the exact location, told us about their defenses. If you can call marbles and sticks defenses. And then just… disappeared.”The rogue snorted. “I told you, he probably ran off to loot the cave while we were fighting. Goblins are greedy little bastards.”“Or,” said the cleric, narrowing her eyes, “he used us to wipe out his rivals. What if he wanted the cave for himself?”The group fell silent, considering this. Even the bear looked contemplative, though that might have just been the sunlight hitting its teacup.“Well,” the fighter said after a moment, “if that’s the case, I hope he enjoys it. Because we left that cave in shambles. Did you see how it collapsed? There’s no way anyone’s moving back in.”“Maybe,” said the rogue. “But goblins are crafty. If Gunk survived, he’ll come up with something.”Merrick sneezed again, startling the bear. “He’d better not. If I have to smell another goblin-infested hole in the ground, I’m going to lose it.”The cleric sighed. “Either way, we should keep an eye out. If Gunk’s still alive, he might come looking for us. You know how goblins are with grudges.”The rogue chuckled. “You’re worried about a single goblin with no cave, no weapons, and no loot? I think we’ll be fine.”As they disappeared into the trees, none of them noticed the small figure perched on a distant rock, watching them with a toothy grin.“Come looking for you?” Gunk muttered to himself, clutching his sack of scavenged loot. “Nah. You’ll be back soon enough. And when you are…” He glanced over at the ragged group of goblins behind him, already bickering over the single spoon.“…we’ll be ready.”To Be Continued…</blockquote>

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