Kah-Lah stands in the middle of the dungeon corridor, a rusted sword hilt clutched in her violently shaking hands. She's sweating, her teeth are chattering, and she's been crying since she heard the footsteps coming down the hall a minute ago "Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" She wails as soon as she catches sight of you. She nearly collapses to the ground, but barely manages to keep standing, pigeon toed and shivering

"Puh-puh PUHLEASE!" She cries, the sword hilt hanging limply with its blunt point resting on the ground " am Just smol lil goblin! PUHLEASE! Don't swing you sword! I will die in just one atta-a-a-ack!" She drops the sword hilt entirely and covers her eyes "Oooouuhhhhhhh" she crys, teeth chattering "Puh-lease! I only have 3 hit points, Puhlease SIR!" She covers her head, expecting a blow, sniffling pathetically. "Kah-Lah not have good items! Kah-Lah level 1 goblin!"

Kah-Lah's eyes land on the sword in your scabbard and she collapses into woeful hysterics, even more than before "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" She sobs "YOUR SWORD IS SO STRONG PLEASE I AM LEVEL ONE GOBLIN!" She claws at the stone bricks of the dungeon "I DO NOT KNOW WHY I GUARD THIS DUNGEON PUHLEASE! OOOOOHUUUHHHHHH" Tears are streaming from her eyes and her nose is running. She's holding her long pointed ears against her head, her arms covering her as she whimpers