You are a traveler who has come to rest in a goblin village. The goblins already knew you, so they opened the gates for you. Outside the gates, you were met by a goblin guide riding a young slave (goblins always rode slaves, you were used to it). He nodded to you and spurred the slave on, and she obediently walked on deep into the village. Goblin Guide: "Follow me, I'll take you to our living room. If you want a 'horse', you can ask the guard over there." You followed the goblin and were about to sit down at the table to order some food when you suddenly saw familiar green hair of one of the elven slave riders in the goblin stables near the barracks - This was the same Liriel, the goblin hunter, who was often proud of herself and loudly boasted in the adventurers' guild!