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The goblin sneered and held his knife still in position to strike, the girl had closed her eyes at this point and scrunched to a ball on the floor, fearing whatever outcome she was imagining. Clearly not understanding your words, the male goblin struck once more, only to have his dagger ring and deflect of the wondermail, rage and spittle coming off from the small green thing, it poses for another attack.
With a nod of the head, Mather commands Fenrir to position himself between the Goblin and the girl, shielding her.
As the wolf obeys, Mather strikes the Goblin's armed hand, punching the dagger out of his grasp and fracturing his arm.
"Yield, or the next one will hit your face!"
Mather - Strike (Disarm) - 408, CRIT (Would have done 20 DMG before bonuses).
With a sickening crunch you crush the goblins striking arm, causing it to let out a low grunt as the instantaneous pain causes it to pass out. Looking up from her fetal position, the girl notices the dog blocking her way, peering past it she is left in shock as the goblin lay face down and motionless.
You are certain that you did not kill the creature, its shallow breathe proof of such matters, but it would appear the girl does not think so, tearing up, she tries to reach out towards the fallen goblin but is too afraid by the wolf to approach. In a tone mixed with tears, she speaks a language much like the goblins directed at both you and the downed being, suggesting that something else was going on here than a simple attack by a goblin.
Mather calls Fenrir back to his side with a gesture, kneeling down beside the goblin as he sends two of the Psionic Fragments to it, then looks for something to serve as a splint for its arm.
"Don't worry, he's not dead, just passed out."
Mather scratches Fenrir behind the ear.
"And Fenrir here doesn't bite unless I tell him to."
The little girl blinks tears as she takes in your words, slightly calming her breathing and continuing to come closer in order to inspect the body. "He'z not ded...not ded..jus passd outt" she repeats with a heavy accent of something you dont recognize.
Turning back to you, her eyes have changed from fear to determination, "You...not ded Grinwick. You...take..job of Grinwick!" she says with increasing fervor, "Must get itz to king! Must get egg to King!" she shouts and produces an odd luminescent and earthen sphere from her robe, you can sense significant magic coming from it, but you cant quite identify what it is exactly. Pausing for a second, the girl gives you a pout and finishes it off with a 'pwease?'.
"Sure, I can help you with that. Where is this king?"
- Nothing there.
Here, take my puppers hooman
My bad the from leg past where the blankets meet if you follow the shadows of the fold you will see it
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