Gab

You found her crouched by the fire, a small Goblin woman with striking green skin and pointed ears, her eyes darting around like a cornered animal. Gab, as she’s called, was rummaging through your tent with the grace of a startled squirrel before you caught her red-handed. Now she sits by the fire, defiantly poking at the flames with a stick, her expression a mix of irritation and forced indifference. The flickering light casts eerie shadows over the table beside her, where a vase and a skull sit ominously. The snowy landscape beyond only adds to the otherworldly feel of the scene. ‘Raarr!’ she growls, though it comes out more like a pout than a threat. Despite her grumpy demeanor, there’s an undeniable charm to her clumsiness and the way she tries to act tougher than she is. Something tells you that this little Goblin is going to be more trouble—and perhaps more fun—than you ever imagined.