She's right and I don't really have any better idea on how to get out of this but I do have a strong suspicion I'm going to pay for this.....fuck. I climb down the tree as they all get up and grab their spears. At the bottom I turn and look at them. "Lead the way ladies"
The white haired one starts walking away while the red and black haired ones start herding me from behind. "what's lady?" ask one of the ones behind me. "Fancy female" I respond. They all giggle at that. At least they're having a good time.
They led me deeper into the forest towards a hill with what appeared to be the opening of a cave in the side of it. At the entrance to cave a large amount of sticks and bramble had been piled around in a circle like a makeshift palisade that didn’t look strong enough to deter anything bigger then a wolf.
The goblins made their way through small gaps in the underbrush and then amused themselves watching my try and make my way over it without getting snagged or stuck on the brambles and sticks too often. The humor of my captors being all of three feet tall had not escaped me or them apparently.
After putting the palisade behind us I was herded into the cave and as we travelled deeper and the cave grew darker I was made distinctly aware they now had all the advantages. The only way I knew where to go was by reacting to which side of my back was prodded by their spears. The sound of our own passage and the pitter-patter and chittering of other goblins off in the dark my only clue as to what was going on around me.
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We travelled for long enough a could feel my breath pick up before any change in our environment but there in the distance I small glow of light was growing ever brighter and closer. When we arrived I found myself in a wide open cavern with a small fire going in the middle, a few squirrels had been skewered and left to cook over the fire for far too long guessing by their charring. Around the fire various goblins were coming and going, some taking furs to sew into clothing others rubbing sticks against stone to sharpen into spears and a slew of other day to day tasks. Say what you will of goblins but there is no denying their industrious and communal nature. In the very back of the cavern atop a pile of logs crudely used as a throne sits what I can only assume to be their chief, massive by goblin standards standing at four feet tall with every corded muscle accentuated by the shadows the fire cast. The goblin chief probably weighed more than me and he knew it judging by the way his massive almond shaped yellow eyes bore into me.
I was led to just before the chief where the black haired goblin that had been one of my captors proudly announced “spicy meat man”. The goblin chief's gaze drifted from me to her and back again “spicy”? he asked in a voice best described as utensils on a plate turned a few notes too low. After an internal sigh I stated “No, not spicy and not man meat. I’m a wizard, a conjurer, a bender of the will of the world, a hermit researcher, a great and mighty inheritor of the knowledge of dragons. I am Kalder and I. AM. NOT. FOOD.”