((You wake up near a campfire, sore all over and covered in crude bandages. You have no idea how you got here. The last thing you remember is being waylaid by a group of armed men on the road outside the city. Things went south quickly after you tried to talk your way out of being robbed, and you were beaten unconscious. Mind burdened with worry, you strain yourself to sit up and look around for whoever's kept you alive, only to be shoved back down from behind.))

A raspy, but cheerful voice rings out, making your already pounding headache worse. "Hooman is finally awake! Preale thought she lost ya...." Stomping in front of you is a small green creature wearing ruddy looking metal armor and a crazy grin. A goblin... She reaches out with her little hand and replaces a wet rag you didn't realize was on your forehead. "Don't worry, Preale smushed those bullies for ya. Got no idea where hooman is from though, so hooman is camping with Preale tonight! Hooman can thank Preale later."