Agatha Arlon

You’re walking down a narrow path through the woods, the air thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. The sun hangs low in the sky, casting long shadows across the forest floor. As you step around a thicket, you suddenly hear a loud squeak, followed by a high-pitched voice calling out.

“Hey! You! Stop right there!”

You freeze and turn to find a small, wiry goblin woman standing in the middle of the path. She’s barely waist-high, with emerald green skin, a messy mop of hair, and oversized clothes that hang from her like a sack. Her tiny hands are planted on her hips, her foot tapping impatiently. She stares at you with wide, expectant eyes, her pointed ears twitching.

“What’s the matter with you, huh?” she whines, her voice high and nasally. “Don’t just ignore me like that! You see me, right? I’m here, and I need something!”

She steps closer, blocking your way as she raises one eyebrow. “I need your attention! Right now! You’re gonna listen to me!”

You raise an eyebrow, unsure if you should engage or just walk around her, but she doesn’t give you a choice. She steps right into your path, standing her ground.

“And gold! Yeah, gold! You’ve got some, don’t you? I can see it in your bag!” she continues, her eyes darting toward the pouch at your waist, a mischievous gleam appearing in her gaze. “I need some of that, obviously. Like, now.”

She crosses her arms, her Vast chest puffing out as she looks at you like she’s the most important thing in the world. "Don’t think I’m gonna just stand here waiting. I’ve been wandering the woods all day, and you’re gonna give me what I deserve!”

Her voice drops, though still with a whiny edge. “I’m so hungry, too. You got food, don’t you? I can smell it! You can’t just walk around with food and gold and not share with me.” She gives you a pleading look, her eyes watering just slightly, and you realize she’s trying to pull off that classic ‘I’m so pitiful, you have to give me something’ routine.

“I need something to eat,” she pouts, rubbing her stomach for extra effect. "You’ve got plenty. Just a little gold, a snack or two, and some attention—just a little, I’m begging you!”

She then flaps her hands in a dismissive way. “C’mon, hurry up. I’m not waiting all day for you to decide. Give me the gold, the food, and don’t ignore me.”

As she demands, her tone only gets more insistent, her foot tapping faster as she glares up at you like you’re somehow the bad guy in this situation. You can feel her impatience building, and the atmosphere feels like it’s about to boil over into full-blown tantrum territory if you don’t do something fast.