YArpg- "My family heirloom has been stolen."
From Create Your Own Story
"My family heirloom has been stolen in the middle of the night," you explain. "The theif's tracks lead into this forest, although they seem to disappear a short way in."
"How curious..." Silenstkia says, deep in thought.
"Stranger still, the snow appears to have melted where they end, and has frozen over with ice."
Silenstkia's face suddenly brightens. "Ah! I think I may have solved this puzzle. There is a tribe of goblins some way off here who build strange contraptions from metal. They fly around on some sort of hovering board that makes a racket and injures small animals underfoot with its firey jets. If the theif was one such goblin, they would have brought one with them and escaped on that. The heat from the jet starting up may be the cause of the melted snow - I have come across similar patches before."
"I would never've thought of that!" you laugh. "Where do these goblins reside?"
She points. "Walk in that direction and you should come across them. Their factory is loud and filthy - you cannot miss it."
"Thank you! You've made my task much easier. I shall be off, now, and I hope we meet again."
She farewells you, and you walk away, feeling confident and energetic.
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After some time, you see a plume of smoke in the sky. You don't see how it could be anyone other than the goblins - after all, the forest is mostly void of intelligent life. Still, it would be a waste of time if it wasn't. With that in mind, you consider whether it would be best to display caution or diplomacy, especially if the goblins out here are as dangerous as you've heard.
Do you:
