This story and the entire series was inspired by jayaurysmut and his Lost Lands series. I highly recommend his fun stories as well worth reading.
All participants in this work of fiction are over the human equivalent age of 21.
Trudy awakens with a start, blinks sleep from her eyes and rolls over. The fire has burned low and seated on the other side, watching her, is a golden haired Goblin. Salindri's bedroll is gone and the Elf wizard is no where to be seen.
"I'm so glad Daddy kept his promise." Says the little Goblin. "It wasn't easy you know, convincing Daddy, but in the end he smiled and promised. Daddy always keeps his promises. Mom will be furious when she finds out, but, but Daddy understands. And, and, well, I , uh, I... just gotta know... You know?" But Trudy doesn't know, although she is greatly concerned with the disappearance of her friend and adventuring partner. Goblins have a certain reputation when it comes to males after all.
"Where is Salindri?" Trudy demands, throwing off her blanket. "What have you done with him!" She shivers in the cold night air, regretting removing her armour now.
"Oh! S,sorry, I sh, should have thought of that! Daddy's fine, he says he'll meet you at the cave. In the morning, if... if you still, w, want to work with him." The little Goblin has jumped up and pleads, almost in a panic. "Please, don't be mad at him! It's my fault! I, I made him promise! And, and Daddy always keeps his promises!" Trudy' surprise at the Goblin's distress is over ridden by the shocking revelation!
"Wait, what! Daddy?" The rogue's eyes go wide. "Salindri is your
Dad
!" The little Goblin can't stop staring at her feet as she stands trembling, almost in tears. Slowly she shakes her head. "Well. Shit." is all Trudy can say until she shivers with against the cold again. Shaking out her blanket, she wraps it around herself and sits on her bedroll. Eyeing the little Goblin, Trudy can't help but check out her rather large bust barely contained in her thin lacy top.
"Okay then. So
Daddy
kept his promise and I'm guessing that promise is me. So, why am I here?" After a second of silence, "Oh, and I'm Trudy, pleased to meet you. I guess."
"Petunia." comes the shy response. "And Daddy only promised to bring s,someone he um, I , I could... um t, talk to..." The girl wraps her arms around herself and shivers. "He said the, the rest was up to me."
"Talk? Ookaaay? Aw geez, your cold, come over he... Wait, you're an Alchemist! Where's your pack?" just a little suspicion creeping into Trudy's voice. Petunia has a flash of guilt cross her face before pointing. A dozen feet away from both of them sits a brown leather satchel. Trudy wonders why it sits so far away.
"Okay then, lets talk." Trudy holds one side of her blanket open in invitation. The shivering Goblin hesitates for barely a second before dashing over and snuggling under Trudy's arm, tight against her. The two women sit in silence watching the last flames slowly die. Trudy looks over at the Goblin's satchel.
"So. What else did your Dad say?" Trudy feels shifting under her arm, the Goblin's head now resting against the side of her boob.
"Um... He uh, he said he knew someone, a good friend. Smart. And understanding. Someone he likes working with and, and... um, he said, ah he said... um." Petunia flags and falls silent.
"Well, I like working with your Dad too." Trudy looks back over to Petunia's satchel way over there and her eyes narrow. The bag sitting so far out of temptation's reach. "Petunia, why didn't you douse me?" She feels the Goblin snuggled against her stiffen and gasp. "Petunia?"
"I, I... Daddy made me promise I wouldn't! He, he didn't want to lose you as a friend! And, and he'd be so mad! I, I promised!" Trudy pulls the shaking goblin back under her arm when she tries to flee.
"Okay, it's okay, I'm not upset. It actually says a lot about you that you kept your promise."
"Really? You're not mad?" Trudy gives her a squeezing one armed hug. Slowly Petunia relaxes back against her.
"No, I'm not mad Petunia. Although I will be having a word with your father when I see him."
"Mom says that a lot." Petunia giggles. They sit in silence for a few minutes, staring into the fire's embers.
"You did brew something though, didn't you?" Trudy feels Petunia's nod and senses her guilt. "So tell me, what would it have done?" Petunia fidgets, eyes down, picking at a loose thread, her guilt so obvious to Trudy. So to break the tension, she sniggers, "Would I have turned into a, a giant bug eyed zombie monster with bad breath and claws?"
"No!" Petunia laughs. "Nothing horrible like that. Although... I think I could brew..."