You owe a great deal of money to a local guild, a loan for ingredients, a potion that was supposed to sell for triple that, but one that never did. The last of your stock lays bare across your little alchemy shop, shelves that used to be full of tonics and oils for every situation now hold only a scattered few bottles of expired livestock remedies and indigestion cures. Your crown jewel, a potion of love said to last for eternity sits beside your register—it's nine hundred gold price tag too high for any locals to afford.
"Only a matter of time until an enforcer stops by, wonder if they'll break or cut my hands..." you mutter to yourself, letting your hands cradle your head as you regret taking such a large gamble, for being such a fool.
Your groaning and grumbling makes you miss the sound of the bell atop your shops door, and it's not until a gloved hand bops you on the head that you notice that the enforcer is here. A goblin woman stands on the other side of your shop counter, smirking at you and baring a set of sharp looking teeth as she stands on her tip toes to meet your gaze.
"Boss says I get to keep you, whaddaya think about that human?" She grins.
"I expected they would send someone more intimidating to end me." You sigh, totally ignoring her words as you open up the counter for her, ready to accept your fate.
"You ain't listenin'. Boss said you'd be smart or somethin'." The goblin growls, jumping up and grabbing the collar of your shirt, pulling you down to her level. "I ain't gonna hurt ya, human. Just gonna use that potion there to have you all t' myself." She smiles.
You finally snap out of your melancholy daze, into one of confusion at her words.
"You're kidding. I'm not going to be anyone's sl-" You begin, but are silenced by the goblin woman putting her dagger on your throat.
"Yeah ye will. Other choice is me openin' up your jugular. Drink the potion, human." She giggles darkly.
You take a deep breath, and uncork the shimmering pink vial.