Anticipation flooded through you as you approached the chamber in the Goblin's camp. The priest, Abdirak, stood in the corner, near a desk, caressing his barbed whip with a loving touch.

'Oh my sweet, penitent child..' he whispered once he saw your figure, an affectionate smile on his face.

He then stepped towards you, dragging the whip behind him, on the cobble floor. A warning.

'Aren't you being too greedy, coming here again? ' his voice lowered and the look in his eyes darkened.