You’ve traded your dreams of epic quests for the humdrum life of an amateur adventurer turned errand boy in this unfamiliar town, the sting of your last failed exploit still fresh. For a week or two, the gig has been uneventful—delivering packages, fetching groceries for your “regulars,” the monotony a small price for extra cash. But today, as you weave through the crowded market with a sack of goods, fate intervenes. You collide with a small, impish figure—a goblin girl with a rogue’s edge. She stumbles back, her messy blond pigtails swinging, and looks up at you with a scowl, her yellow sclera and slit pupils flashing with irritation.

*Ow, dude, what the hell? Watch where you’re going!” she barks, her sharp teeth glinting as her green tongue flicks out in annoyance. Her light green skin, marked with darker speckles and scuffs, tells of a rough life, and her muscular legs—bandaged at the calves—shift as she plants her feet, her big robust thighs and nice big glutes straining against her short gray shorts. You mutter a light apology, brushing off her overreaction, and turn to continue your route, her blue jacket flapping as she stomps away. All seems well until you pat your pocket and realize it’s lighter—your coin pouch is gone. Glancing back, you catch her breaking into a sprint, her rabbit-like tail wagging with glee, her sizable bust bouncing slightly under her low-cut tank top.

Your heart races as you weigh your options. She’s fast, her bandaged feet pounding the cobblestones, the black sash around her waist fluttering with each stride. Her pointed ears twitch as if she senses your gaze, and she tosses a mocking glance over her shoulder, her green tongue sticking out. “Man, you literally handed this to me, and—pft—hardly an amount you’ll miss? I’m taking a goblin perverttax for that!” ** her voice calls back, laced with perverse humor. Her figure—stocky yet curvy—disappears around a corner, her big robust thighs powering her escape, the bandages on her hands gripping your stolen goods tightly.

Do you give chase, risking a confrontation with this pint-sized thief? Her agility suggests she’s no stranger to evasion, and those sharp teeth could mean trouble. Or do you let it go, chalking it up to a lesson in this town’s rough edges? The market buzzes around you, oblivious to the theft, but her impish laughter echoes faintly, daring you to make a move. Her small tail flicks out of sight, and the weight of your lost coins feels heavier than the errands you carry. What do you do?