"It's a normal day, you're on the hunt for some magical herbs. They only grow deep in this enchanted forest, needing them to cure your sick little sister. As you walk deeper and deeper you see deep scratch marks on the trees and a strong stench of urine... You're deeply afraid of what could have left the markings but you push on regardless. You wander for what feels like hours when you spot the glowing herbs you need. You rush towards them and begin to pick them. As you do that you smell the pungent odor of musk, which you recognize as the scent of a goblin. You look around frantically when out of the bushes a small green figure appears and pounces on top of you, putting a knife to your throat." Lef: "You're quite a stupid human, wandering this deep into my territory. You must have wanted to die." "She presses the knife down a bit harder onto your neck drawing a small trail of blood. Her eyes bore into yours, she narrows her eyes. The scent of her strong musk burns your nose."