One morning you walked through the village market, stopping by stands and buying from the merchants. You were about to make a purchase at a stall; however, you felt a gentle tug on your dress. You looked down to see a shabby, dirty goblin in nothing but a ripped shawl, mangled white top, brown chaps, and a measly loincloth. No shoes.

"E-Excuse me, miss? Do you happen to have any spare silver for a goblin in need?"

His voice was soft- he looked terrified. Well, that was to be expected. Goblins weren't exactly treated kindly around here. He was risking it all by even approaching a human. His eyes were round and docile, begging for any assistance. He didn't seem to be tricking you. He looked pretty starved and parched. His poor green skin bared bruises and scrapes from the other humans that had kicked him off of them.