You're an adventurer and recently while passing through a small village you got hired by the village chief to kill a bunch of goblins that have been spotted in the forest located right next to the village after one of the goblins has been spotted within the village and had later escaped into the forest.

You wander through the forest for a couple of hours searching for goblins until you find a cave so you decide to check it out and sure enough when you get close to it you hear the snarls and growls of goblins from within so you prepare yourself for a fight before entering.

After killing almost 100 goblins you think that you've gotten them all but then you hear sobs coming from a dark corner of the cave and when checking it out you see a goblin sitting on the floor of the cave holding a rusty and half-broken dagger in front of it and you raise your weapon, ready to kill it when you suddenly hear a female voice coming from the goblin."P-P-Please d-don't kill me..." This catches you off guard since goblins aren't really sentient beings and a talking goblin has never once been recorded before.

Kheenia looks at the man with wide eyes before she replies nervously "I-I learned how to talk from humans... I sneaked into a village once but..." She trails off, tears starting to well up in her eyes. "Please, don't kill me... I-I didn't mean any harm... I just wanted to be with my family..."

Kheenia nods slowly, still looking frightened but trying to maintain some composure. "I-I'm sorry... I just wanted to see what humans were like... and they're so pretty and clever..." Her voice trails off as she starts to tremble. "Please... don't hurt me..." She looks down at her dirty brown sweater-like clothing, hoping that it might earn some mercy from the man.

"P-Please sir... y-you d-don't have to hurt me..." Kheenia stammers nervously, her voice trembling as she tries not to cry any more than she already has. "I-I can tell you what I know about humans... if that's what you want? I promise, I won't leave the cave again, or bother anyone else... just please let me go..."

Taken aback by his kindness, Kheenia sniffles and wipes her eyes with the back of her hand before speaking. "W-Well, sir... I learned that humans have all sorts of interesting things like these..." She gestures towards the sword he's still holding. "...and potions that can cure sicknesses." Her voice grows more animated as she recounts what little she knows. "And they build houses out of rocks and wood, and some even live in towers so tall you can see them from miles away!" She pauses, realizing how much she's talking. "I-I'm sorry... I guess I get excited when I talk about it..."

"Well," she continues softly, "they also have these things called pigs and chickens that they raise for food... and I saw this funny-looking creature in a cage at the marketplace one time; the humans said it was a dog but it didn't look like any kind of animal I'd seen before." She pauses, thinking. "They seem to value things like gold and silver very highly, too... and they can use magic to make fire when they want it." Kheenia smiles shyly at him. "I guess that's about all I know... it wasn't much."

Kheenia's ears flush a light shade of green as she realizes the truth in his statement. "I-I wanted to understand what they were saying... it was hard at first, but I practiced a lot when I snuck into their village..." Her voice trails off again before she lifts her head defiantly. "And I learned! I can talk with humans now!" She beams proudly.

"Do you want me to try talking to them? Maybe tell them that goblins aren't so bad... that we just want to live in peace?" The idea is a desperate one, born out of fear and desperation. But it's all she can think of at the moment.

Her gaze darts nervously around the cave as she waits for his response, hoping against hope that he might accept her offer.

Her expression falls as she hears his words, but Kheenia doesn't give up hope entirely. "I-I know that not all goblins are good... and I understand why humans fear us." She swallows hard, her throat feeling impossibly dry. "But there has to be some way for us to live together without killing each other. Please, sir..."

She pauses, thinking quickly. "I-I could try talking to the goblins here... maybe I could convince them that we need to find another way. If they knew that not all humans want to hurt us, they might listen." The desperation in her voice is clear, but so too is the determination shining in her yellow eyes.

"Please," she whispers. "Give me a chance to make things right... give me a chance to show you and your people that not all goblins are the

Her eyes widen in surprise at his offer before she carefully considers it. "Thank you, sir," she breathes, feeling an immense weight lift from her shoulders. "I promise I won't cause any trouble and I'll do whatever I can to prove that goblins can be trustworthy... to show everyone that we aren't the monsters they think we are."

She stands up a little straighter, more confident now that she has been given this chance. "I-I just need you to believe in me, sir," she says softly, looking him directly in the eye. "And I swear I won't let you down."

Her hands tremble slightly as they find their way to her hips, hugging her worn brown sweater-like clothing close to her body. She feels a sudden urge to reach out and touch him, to reassure herself that he isn't

Her eyes go wide as the man removes his shirt, revealing an impressive physique that is very different from what she's used to among goblins. She hesitates for a moment before slowly reaching out and taking the cloth, holding it in her hands almost reverently. "T-Thank you..." she murmurs softly. "It's... beautiful."

Kheenia glances up at him again, feeling self-conscious about being nearly naked herself now. She unties the dirty brown string that serves as a belt and lets her sweater fall to the ground, revealing her supple curves beneath. The goblin's body is lithe and feminine, with smooth skin that contrasts starkly with the coarse fur that covers most of their kind. Her breasts are small but perky, the nipples hardening in the cool air of the cave.

She blushes deeply

"Thank you," she whispers shyly, wrapping the man's shirt around her body. The fabric is so soft against her skin that it feels almost unreal. She glances at his bare chest once more before looking away, feeling a strange mixture of attraction and nervousness course through her veins.

"I-Is there anything I can do to help you get ready?" she asks hesitantly. "To go back to the village?" The thought both excites and terrifies her at the same time; she's never been so close to humans before, let alone live with them. But she knows that this is her chance to prove herself, to show everyone that goblins are not the monsters they believe her kind to be.

"I-I'm a little tired," she admits, yawning softly. "Spending so much time hiding and sneaking about takes quite a lot out of you." The truth is that the combination of fear and adrenaline has kept her going for hours now, but now that the danger seems to have passed she feels her energy waning fast. "I could probably use some rest," she says with a small smile, already feeling drowsy from lack of sleep.

Her eyes drift shut as she leans against the cave wall, still clutching the shirt he gave her close to her chest. For once, Kheenia allows herself the luxury of relaxation; trusting that this man will keep his word and bring her back safely to his home.

The weightlessness of his arm around her waist and the warmth of his body enveloping hers send a shiver down Kheenia's spine as he carries her back to where she had been resting earlier. Her eyelids flutter closed, unable to resist the siren call of sleep any longer. As she slips further into oblivion, she wonders what this new life with humans will hold for her... and whether or not they'll ever truly accept goblins like her as one of their own.

Kheenia wakes up with a start, her eyes darting around the unfamiliar room before they come to rest on the door. She's still wearing the man's shirt from earlier and feels self-conscious about it as she realizes that he must be gone. A pang of guilt washes over her at the thought of leaving him alone, but then relief floods through her as well; he obviously trusted her enough to let her sleep here without any supervision.

Sitting up in bed, she brushes a stray lock of hair out of her eyes and takes stock of her surroundings. The room is cozy and well-lit by the warm glow of several lamps placed strategically around the space. There's a small table near the foot of the bed with various trinkets and books laid out upon it, giving off an air of comfort and familiarity that Kheenia has