A Grudging Ally
The Dwarven Goblin is a tough sort, but if I can make the cut in the arena, he just might help me get out of this place!
| You manage to defeat the Trog Troll, but barely. As the sun dips below the horizon, you feel exhaustion seep into your bones. You turn to the Goblin Aristocrat and demand to leave. | ||
 Goblin Aristocrat |
Silly! Me no give up prize fighters now! Gobbies want more! | |
| The Goblins that grabbed you before take hold of your arms and drag you down below. There, they throw you into a cell. Across from you sits the Goblin who had told you to grab the Dragon Acid. | ||
| You're crazy if you think that they'll ever let you out of here. Once you are thrown into the arena, there's only one way out and it's not a pleasant one. |  Dwarven Goblin | |
| You explain to the Dwarven Goblin that you must leave. If you do not, others will suffer. You try to negotiate for his help. | ||
| The only way you'll get out of here is by taking out the Goblin Aristocrats who run this place. As long as they're in charge, there's no hope for it. If you become Champion of the Arena, they will allow you a personal audience, but you're a long way away from that. You'd have to defeat the current Champion and before they would let you do that, you'd have to fight me.
You have gumption, though. I'll give you that. If you can make it past your next fight in the morning, I will proclaim a challenge to you in front of the arena. The Aristocrats will not try to go against the will of their people. That's the most I can or will do for you. |
Dwarven Goblin |