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Rita was beside herself with glee, the horse lady had yet to respond to her dashing in and she was convinced she had managed a clean getaway as she skidded down the embankment to the water's edge. Diving in and heading out into the blue, she charted a course straight to the adventurer's guild with her new coins. She was going to make it, she was going to become more powerful than any goblin could have possibly imagine! Wait. what were those shapes moving towards her?

[color=Chartreuse]”oh crud, those weren't there earlier!”[/color]  

The problem with being a goblin, the one she was becoming an adventurer to try and alleviate, was you were at the near the bottom of the monster food chain, just above squirrels in fact, and these toads had just spotted a tasty looking green morsel in their territory. 

There was only one reasonable response to this and it was splashing back to the shore as quickly as possible.  

[color=Chartreuse]”ahhhhh!”[/color]  

While screaming.

Rita’s panicked paddling brought her to the shoreline just in time to watch in awe as the owlman threw himself at one of the toads. She had completely forgotten about the adventurers and was now stuck between two of her natural predators.

Bad!

Bad!

So very bad!

Faced with death by toad on one side and death by various stabby things on the other Rita saw only one course of action. She had to blend in with the suicidally confidant Big’uns. She turned to face the incoming hungry amphibian and drew her hammer, crouching low, ready to leap to the side when it tried to grab her.

[color=Chartreuse]”Come and have a go then, you warty toad! I’ll bash your head in I will! Waaagh!”[/color] 

She shouted with little confidence.