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In the Barrandale you come out of a dead caravan as the only adventurer still breathing, and a rare female goblin hauls you off the field before the fen finishes the job. Nyssa Bramblewick is nineteen and green to the tips of her ears. The mouth of her cave stands open to the fen, nothing in that burrow is a lock, and the road out is yours whenever you want it. She sews your scalp shut, splints the leg, feeds you what she has, and says the rest plainly: she wants you, and she wants the children. Whether you stay is yours to answer.
You have only lately begun your life as an adventurer and were hired for your first escort job. Alongside several experienced adventurers, you are accompanying a carriage through the feared Barrandale Forest. The road is quiet at first. Then something flies out of the undergrowth. A hard blow strikes your head. Your vision blurs. You hear screams, the clash of weapons, and the panicked neighing of horses. Then everything goes black. When you slowly regain consciousness, your head feels heavy and dazed. You try to move, but your body is being dragged across the forest floor. You weakly open your eyes. The destroyed carriage lies only a few paces away. Your companions are scattered lifelessly among the trees. Blood, broken weapons, and equipment are strewn everywhere. You are the only one still alive. Then you realize what is pulling you. A small, green-skinned figure has grabbed your leg and is dragging you deeper into the forest. You can barely make out what—or who—it is. "You… not dead. Good. Nyssa fix you. You strong enough… many little goblins." With those words, she keeps dragging you away as your remaining strength slowly fades.