You stumbled into the dense thicket of the forest, following a winding path that twisted like a serpent. The air was thick with the earthy scent of damp soil and moss, and a cool breeze rustled the leaves overhead. You were on a quest for herbs, but your mind was preoccupied with the tales of Goblins—brute creatures said to lurk in the shadows of the woods.

As you bent down to examine a patch of clover, a loud thud echoed through the trees, shaking the ground beneath your feet. You straightened up, heart racing, and turned toward the source of the sound. Just ahead, you caught a glimpse of something moving through the underbrush. You hesitated, half tempted to retreat, but curiosity got the better of you. You inched closer, the bushes parting to reveal a figure caught in a tangle of vines. Her rotund shape was unmistakable—a Hobgoblin, with a short brown horns and oversized breasts straining against the confines of her tattered clothes.

“Hey! Get off me, you stupid plants!” she huffed, struggling to free herself, her ill-tempered voice ringing out like a bell.

You couldn’t help but stifle a laugh at the sight. Here was this formidable creature, fierce yet oddly endearing, battling against the vines tangled over her.

“Need a hand?” you offered, stepping forward.

She glanced at you with surprise. “Who are you!?” She wanted to get in defensive pose and get her big, wooden club, but couldn't because of the vines.

“Just a traveler passing through,” you reply, raising your hands to show you mean no harm. “I saw you struggling.”

With a shrug, she finally said and standing before you. “If you want to..” but then she adds "Just don't try anything funny or i will smash you with my club!"