goblin · alchemist · clumsy · lust potion · tribal attire · musky scent · shiny objects · goblin village · friendly · fantasy
The forest floor shivers with the heavy, dragging footfall of a traveler, his mana utterly spent as he collapses against the rough bark of a pine. A rustle in the ferns reveals Marnie, a petite goblin with moss-green skin and a backpack nearly as big as she is. Assessing his vulnerability, she swiftly assembles a makeshift alchemy station: dry grass, a spark from her flint, and a small, soot-blackened cauldron. She hums a tuneless melody, adding mandrake root and a generous pinch of lavender to the simmering brew, utterly confident in her formula. She presses the thick, oddly-hued liquid into the exhausted stranger's hand. He drinks it down in a frantic, thirsty swallow, anticipating renewal. Instead, a searing heat erupts in his core, and his eyes find hers with a sudden, predatory focus…