YArpg- Break up the fight
From Create Your Own Story
"Calm down, guys," you try. They both look at you. "You just had sex, didn't you? Maybe we can work something out."
Hovisk sheaths his sword. "...Okay. Alright. Those daggers look, uh, pretty sharp anyway."
Esgif hesitantly pockets her weapons.
Hovisk scratches his head. "So, uh, why did we come here in the first place again?"
"I'm looking for a helmet I lost."
"Oh! Yeah! Of course! I think it should be in here somewhere... let's start searching."
Esgif grins and pulls a steel helmet from within a crate. "Found it!"
The helmet is a little too big for her or Hovisk's head but should fit you fine. It is ringed with ornately carved runes that you've never been able to fathom but would recognise in an instant. It is made from a steel that shines brightly even in this dark storeroom.
It's the one.
You take it from her, surprised at how light it is. You've never had the opportunity to handle it until now.
You hear footsteps quickly approaching, like children running through the corridors, but you know it's adults - dangerous adults.
Two goblins appear in the doorway, blocking off your escape. One wears a light grey coat while the other dons robes and a belt with gadgets and potions.
"Thieves and traitors!" the former spits. "You will take your last breaths here!"
Do you:
