Pathfinder meets Cricket
Goblins are people too, unfortunately
If Aila had one weakness, it was seeing creatures mistreated due to their race.
Her reputation had grown, and thus it had become necessary for her to travel farther and farther in order to escape the added security that her actions had brought about. But more importantly, it was also to find and procure new stashes of loot.
She entered the town close to dusk, as she preferred, and proceeded to survey the town for the biggest, wealthiest houses. She kept to the main streets, for now, as it was less suspicious and would be the easiest place to gather general information. Thus, she soon found herself in to town square, where a peculiar sight awaited her. There were actually stockades set up on a slightly raised platform in the center, but there was only one ‘inhabitant.’ She wasn’t sure if she believed her eyes at first, but as she came closer, she couldn’t deny that there was a little green goblin in them. He was obviously very tired and a bit beaten up, had an abnormally large head, and was actually foaming at the mouth and shaking to get free. She could see why though, the townspeople were jeering at it and occasionally even threw rotten fruit or even rocks at it.
When she asked why the goblin was imprisoned so, the man casually replied, “what else are ya ’sposed ta do with tha little creeps?” before launching a rotten fish from his stand at the creature, which the goblin actually caught in his mouth and ate, much to the disgust of everyone around. Aila simply stared at the man who answered her, brushed past him and walked away, his coin-purse in hand.
It wasn’t till much later that night that Aila returned to the square. It was empty, save for the goblin, when she approached the platform. She made sure to make some noise to alert her presence, to which the goblin promptly started to shake violently and growl at her. It only did so for a few seconds though before panting heavily, his limbs going slack in their restraints as he closed his eyes, awaiting the blow that would inevitably come. But it never did. When the goblin looked up, instead of any hate filled villager, he instead found one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen, and he instantly fell in love.
“For what crime are you here, little one?” Her voice was melodious and sweet, the most beautiful thing Grog’nad had ever heard.
“Grog’nad killded the monster! But when Grog’nad need food from peoples, the peoples lock up Grog’nad! So Grog’nad mad!”
Aila eyed him for a moment, then produced a small tool and quickly opened the lock to the stockade.
“What? Grog’nad freeeeeee! Grog’nad saved by goddess! Grog’nad swears life to goddess! Grog’nad will follow goddess and protect her foreverrrrrr!” The little creature was dancing all around the platform and yelling at the top of its lungs, which of course roused the attention from the city guards. Aila cursed under her breath, grabbed the goblin, and started running down an alley towards the outer wall. When they arrived, she pulled out her grappling hook while asking the creature if he could climb.
“Grog’nad great climber! Grog’nad best climber!” When Aila looked up, ready to throw her grappling hook, the little goblin was already halfway up the wall. She shook her head and let fly.
They escaped without any further incident, though the goblin was surely trying to incite one with how much noise it was making. Much as the goblin had promised, Grog’nad followed Aila everywhere she went, and tried to fight everything on the way. Aila tried to put up with it for as long as she could, but there was no way she could go anywhere, let alone steal anything, with this creature following her. So she gave him the slip, and set off once again on her own. Yet somehow, every few days or weeks, the goblin would inexplicably show up and follow her until she gave him the slip. No matter what she tried, covering her tracks, doubling back, even drugging him, the goblin never failed to show up.