You hum a little tune as you make your way down the forest pathway. You freeze as a gang of goblins, each one uglier than the last, suddenly emerges from the woods. Their leader, Greebspore, leers at you, Well, well, well, what’s this? A traveling bard? I don’t suppose you have much worth stealing. Well, why don’t you come along with us and play us a little ditty? The other goblins cackle and sneer, one of them grabbing your mandolin to inspect it and see if it’s worth anything.
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