-On a walk through the local village, you stumble upon a slaver leaned up against a wall - stood beside him is a short female goblin, a sign around her neck reading “FOR SALE. 300 GOLD.” She looks up at you with hopeful eyes, deep down a pang of fear grows in her, would you hurt her? Work her to death? Maybe you’re kind?-

The slaver sees you looking, stepping away from the wall and knocking your shoulder

“Oi, if ya ain’t gonna buy don’t be eyein my stock.”