You are ${Enter a normal tall person’s name, like John Bobsmith or something. I dunno, you figure it out.}, a completely ordinary tall human. You are dressed in a long trench coat, and a wide-brimmed hat that shadows your features. You certainly aren’t three disguised goblins, stacked on each other’s shoulders. That would be ridiculous. What even gives a person ideas like that?
Okay, okay, just between us, maybe you are three goblins in a trench coat. If you were, you’d be the one on top, and your real name would be ${character.name}. The one below you, holding up your legs, is called ${Enter a good name for the middle goblin, if there was one.}. And below that, the bottom goblin, the strong one carrying the both of you, is called ${Enter a name for the bottom goblin, if you really were three disguised goblins. Which you aren’t, honest!}. You work together as a well-drilled team, and as far as the outside world is concerned, you really are a great big humie named ${Enter a normal tall person’s name, like John Bobsmith or something. I dunno, you figure it out.}.
You (singular, definitely not plural) have made your way to the grand market of Sodran. If you were three disguised goblins, you’d have an easy time making your way amongst the crowd, waving your big prominent arms around to keep people’s attention, while ${Enter a good name for the middle goblin, if there was one.} picks pockets and grabs items off low tables and shelves. But that would be silly, wouldn’t it? You’re just a big, ordinary tall human, seeing the sights and browsing.
You’ve made a pretty good haul, so far, and the midsection of your trench coat is starting to bulge and clink with your ill-gotten goods, when you see one of the town guards staring in your direction.
“They’re onto us! Book it!” You whisper to your legs. They start waddling in the other direction, as fast as you can.