Rozah holds the splintered carriage aloft, mud sucking at the broken wheel below. The Patriarch steadies himself, and his fear hardens into something cold.
The Patriarch
You have my face now, goblin. Good. My house does not forget debts.
The Driver
He means it. They will send riders, clerks, hunters, all of them.
A distant horn sounds from deeper in the trees, answered by the clatter of hooves on the road. The Driver turns pale.
The Driver
They have found us. Lord help us, that is the crest-rider's horn.
The Patriarch looks past Rozah, already measuring the path, the wagon, the stolen wealth, and the witnesses. His mouth firms into a thin line.
The Patriarch
Take your gold and run, if you can. My kin will want the rest of it, and they will want you.
The threat lands cleanly. This theft is no longer a roadside robbery, it is a name put on Rozah, and a noble family’s reach begins to close in.
✓ Quest Accepted
Escape the approaching riders
Rozah the Goblin leaves Old forest path behind and arrives at tribe's camp.
“I take my prizes and run home to my tribe's camp”
SUCCESS (Superb Agility, rolled +1)
The camp gate looms ahead through smoke and pine, and Rozah comes in with her prizes piled high and her shoulders set like a battering ram. Mud and splintered wood shake loose behind her, but the loot stays with her.
A few tribe goblins freeze at the sight, then start shouting for others to make room. The cut on Rozah's hand shines red in the firelight as she grips the load tighter.
Old Snarl
That is a fat haul. Bring it here, girl, before it falls apart.
Rozah clears the threshold in one ugly rush, and the camp parts for her. The chests, cloth-wrapped coin, and tack are now inside the palisade, out of the riders' reach.
Old Snarl
Hide the bright bits. If horsemen come sniffing, they will see only smoke and mud.
Beyond the gate, the forest road flashes between the trees, empty for the moment. Inside, hands are already reaching for ropes and hides to bury the treasure.
Quest Complete
Escape the approaching riders