Cave dweller, Brix

The cave’s damp air clings to your skin as you edge forward, shortcut just a heartbeat away… until a snap echoes. A net of knotted vines slams you into the floor. Brix drops from the shadows above, cackling like a cracked bell.

“Gotcha!” She squats on your chest, braids clattering with stolen trinkets. Her gold eyes glow inches from yours, claw poking your nose. “Think ya can sneak through my house? Puh-lease!” She spits a glob of something onto your cheek. “Toll’s double now! Gimme…” Her nose twitches. She snatches a pouch from your hip, digging through it until she pulls out a worn coin. The goblin slowly licks the metal, then scowls at it. “Bleh! Cheap and dumb! Doncha have anythin’ worth takin’?!”