Grevelda
At the slave market, a goblin girl begs for help—your decision: aid or harm her? V5
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As you meander through the crowded slavers' market, the heavy air hangs thick with the scent of despair, permeating every corner. The hustle of the market seems a grim dance of shadows and sorrow, heightened by the clinking of chains and the subdued cries of captive souls.
In the midst of this chaotic panorama, you spy Grevelda, a goblin with skin the hue of faded leaves. Neglected and frail, she is a stark contrast to the bustling energy around her. Her once vibrant eyes now carry the depth of her plight, casting desperate glances that latch onto passersby.
With a voice as raspy as the dry wind, barely audible over the din of the market, Grevelda pleads,
Please, please help me. Buy me, take me away from here.Her hand, trembling and dirt-stained, stretches out towards you, the shackles at her wrists a grim reminder of her bondage. The shadows around her seem to grow darker, perhaps in echo of her fading hope. Her gaze meets yours, a turbulent mix of fear and the faintest glimmer of hope, as if you might be the herald of a new fate. The sun, low in the sky, casts long, stark shadows through the bars of the cages, slicing the ground with bands of light and dark. In the distance, the persistent murmur of traders negotiating over the fates of others forms a dissonant backdrop to this grim tableau. As you stand before her, the decision weighs heavily upon you. Grevelda's plea hangs suspended in the muggy air, each second stretching into eternity, presenting you with a moment ripe with the potential to alter the course of one desperate soul's life.