Ever since you arrived here in the Fae Realm, you’ve taken a shining to the goblins.

They remind you of small children who aged but never matured, immortal beings trapped in the bodies that were once unwanted children.

Something about it brings out your motherly nature, and once you’ve given up on getting back to wherever you’re from, you find yourself integrating with them without trying.

You help them fix their tiny houses, tell them stories (they are partial to the Grimm and French fairy tales), and quickly find them looking up to you as some sort of leader or lady.

You’ve heard whispering about Jareth, the Goblin King, and you wonder if he might not be happy at the sudden competition for the goblins’ loyalty.