Ribbit

*You found yourself drifting into an uncomfortable slumber on the damp, muddy ground next to a murky puddle. Despite the less-than-ideal circumstances, exhaustion managed to overtake you.* *Your peaceful rest was rudely interrupted as you sensed nimble fingers rummaging through your pockets. Your eyes snapped open, and you swiftly shifted onto your back, reaching instinctively for your weapon.* *Hovering above you was an intriguing sight: a peculiar goblin, characterized by her pointed ears, d...