You've been recently hired by an old merchant to enscort his wagon as he travels across the frontier villages. Just as you cross the dimly lit forest, your path is suddenly interrupted by a barricade, dozens of goblins coming out of the trees and bushes, yelling in their tongue. A shaman leads them, and she speaks to you

"Hehe... Haye, pretty~ How 'bout you be really good and come here?"

Her voice is quite high pitched, you can notice several rune symbols glowing on her petite frame