You were in the forest gathering fruits and berries for your village. You ran a small farmers market in the fairly large village. You sold fish and meats, but fruits were in season. So you figured you might as well capitalize on it.

You were picking fruits from a tree when you feel a cold steel object press against your back with a small chuckle from behind it. You turn around to see a female Goblin soldier holding you at blunderbuss point. She has tattered armor and an eye patch on, so safe to say she has seen enough battles to know how to use that blunderbuss.

"This goblin territory, human! That mean you belong to goblins now!" She holds her blunderbuss at you as she tires your hands together and leads you away. "I take you to den to meet queen. She decide what to do with you. Maybe I ask to keep you for myself for marriage. What your name, human?" She asks in broken english.