Rickard finds some Goblin Booty

 Rickard finds some Goblin Booty

Coverart by SLBtweetty

A story I did for slbcreations starring his OC Gréinne “Greenie Gold” O’Malley together with Rickard from the 18 inch Curse.

It is a non-canon story, but if I had to place it it would take place a little before the main story starts.

Contains: M/F, shortstack, goblin, size difference, huge cock, big ass.

Enjoy!

Rickard finds some Goblin Booty

‘Five silver pieces to sleep on a damn tub,’ Rickard growled to himself while lying on the small cot in his room on ‘the Floating Flask’ a small riverboat that was acting like the inn of the town Riverside. But after a day spent being chased by bandits who took most of his money, and unable to find a cheaper place to sleep, Rickard had to settle for ‘the Floating Flask.’

‘Ah well, no matter,’ he grumbled. ‘I’ll catch some sleep and then it’s back to travelling to Yull.’ He muttered as he turned around in his cot and tried to fall asleep.

- - - A few hours later - - -

‘Oi! Boss! We got a stowaway!’ a loud, deep voice shouted and shook Rickard from his slumber.

‘Hmm? What do you mean “stowaway”?’ Rickard mumbled as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. ‘I’ve paid for this room fair and square,’ He added as he looked up to see a tall, dark-skinned man with a bare, tattooed torso and a scarred face. ‘…something tells me you’re not room service.’

‘I’m not,’ he simply growled in response. ‘Now what do you know about the Flask’s secret treasure?’

‘Secret treasure?’ Rickard mumbled. ‘Sir, this riverboat belongs to a man from a town near a river which is called “Riverside” because folks over there aren’t exactly original. So do you really think this floating tub has anything close to a secret treasure?’

‘Are you making fun of us?’ an unknown voice said, this one belonging to a short, bald man with a cross-shaped scar on his forehead.

‘Sorry, was I being too subtle?’ Rickard asked drily, completely blind to any danger like he usually was.

‘Tell us where the treasure is!’ the bald man roared as he grabbed Rickard’s collar and lifted him off the ground.

‘If there is so much of a chance that the treasure is real,’ Rickard said, trying to remain calm. ‘Then why don’t you ask the owner instead of a random guest in this floating tavern?’

‘This stowaway knows nothing boss, let’s just throw him overboard,’ The dark-skinned man rumbled. ‘Just like the owner who said it was a publici-something stunt, whatever that means.’

‘Publicity stunt?’ Rickard muttered. ‘You mean, even though the owner said the treasure wasn’t real, you’re still pursuing it?’

‘Are you making fun of us?’ the bald man asked. ‘Fine, I guess I’ll take Ramil’s advice then…Into the deep blue with him!’ he roared as he dragged Rickard to the deck of ‘the Floating Flask’.

Once they were standing on the deck, Rickard noticed that they were nowhere near the town of ‘Riverside’, the fools had instead sailed out to sea and all Rickard saw for miles was a small island with a white, sandy beach and some huts and houses made of wood. He didn’t have long to admire the view however, as he was suddenly lifted into the air and tossed overboard, and the blue ocean suddenly came very close. Rickard had just enough time to release a surprised scream before he disappeared underneath the waves with a loud *SPLASH!* .

Rickard came up with a gasp for air and quickly began swimming towards the shore of the island he had spotted before his “dive”. Unfortunately, Rickard wasn’t exactly in the best possible shape, and the fact that his clothes were soaked with the ocean water and weighing him down didn’t help either. But he kept swimming while he focused on the island, fighting not to go under. It was a long swim, and when Rickard finally reached land it felt like he had swallowed half of the sea and his entire body was screaming in agony! So when he stepped onto the pearly white sand of the beach, he promptly collapsed and fell asleep.

* * * *

‘Oi! Ye will catch a cold if ye sleep ‘ere!’ a feminine voice said, rousing Rickard from his slumber. And the boot pressing into his side certainly helped.

‘Well it beats drowning, now leave me be.’ Rickard muttered as he slowly opened his eyes to see the person whose boot was hugging his ribs.

Looming over him stood a female goblin that looked like she was around a foot shorter than him. Her plume of bright orange hair was the first thing that caught Rickard’s attention, but as he lowered his gaze he also noticed her bat-like ears, with two gold rings hanging from one lobe. Her face was severe and fierce…and beautiful, with a long, pink scar that had taken one of her green-grey eyes, and was currently covered by an eye patch. Her full, unpainted green lips were wrapped around the end of a slender pipe. But before Rickard’s eyes could drift any lower, the goblin spoke up again.

‘Quit yer gawking Godsdamnit and get up, I can’t have some human bastard dyin’ ‘ere when I’m looking for me treasure.’ She ranted as she held out the rolled up treasure map in her right hand.

‘Great…more treasure hunters,’ Rickard scoffed as he climbed to his feet. ‘I think I’ve had quite enough of those for today,’ he said more to himself than the goblin. ‘Say lady, do you know how I can get off of this island?’ he then asked.

‘I ain’t much of a lady, kid,’ the goblin scoffed. ‘Name’s Gréinne O’Malley.’ She said, sticking out her left hand in a form of introduction.

Rickard grabbed her dainty, glove clad hand. ‘Nice to meet you Green- Grey- G-.’

‘Just call me Greenie.’ Gréinne said in a mildly annoyed tone of voice.

‘Well, nice to meet you then Greenie. I’m Rickard,’ he said as he released her hand. ‘Now, do you know a way to get out of here, or not?’

‘One thing at a time, mate,’ Greenie said with a smirk. ‘First I’m going to need some help diggin’ up me treasure over there by those rocks. Ye can tell me how ye got here in the first place, and then we can work something out.’ And with that, she walked over to a pile of large boulders, leaving Rickard to simply follow her.

As he walked behind the short, fierce little woman he couldn’t help but notice the smooth, green curves of her bodacious behind that just couldn’t be completely covered by the short, tan skirt she wore. A moment later Greenie spoke up again, causing Rickard to quickly tear his eyes away from the flawless globes of the goblin’s rear. ‘Well, here we are. Grab a shovel and help a poor gal out, would ya?’

Now that he was closer Rickard found that the trio of boulders looked remarkably like a penis, but when he thought to comment on it to Greenie, she merely raised an eyebrow and grabbed one of the shovels stuck in the ground, while handing Rickard the other one and started digging. Rickard quickly joined her, and soon enough piles of sand were flying through the air.

‘So, how’d ye get ‘ere?’ Greenie asked after a long silence.

‘I…was sleeping…on a riverboat fashioned as an inn,’ Rickard said between heavy breaths. ‘And…when I woke up…it was stolen by pirates and floating out in the ocean.’ He explained.

‘Why the hell woulda bunch of pirates steal a dingy ol’ riverboat?’ the goblin asked, apparently not affected by the hard work like Rickard was.

Rickard’s attention was briefly stolen by Greenie’s chest as the large, shapely green orbs nearly escaped from the small tan top she wore thanks to the way in which they jiggled each time she sank the shovel into the sand. Luckily he managed to catch the goblin’s question, and did his best to answer her question between his heavy breaths and her mesmerizing breasts.

‘Owner…spread a rumour…that there was treasure on board,’ Rickard explained. ‘But when he told it to the pirates….he was thrown overboard.’

‘Idjits,’ Greenie sighed with a shake of her head. ‘What self-respecting treasure hunter would fall for a lie like that,’ she growled. ‘So what did these fools look li-.’

Before Greenie could finish her question, Rickard’s shovel hit something with a loud *THUNK!*, causing both him and the goblin to cease talking scooping out the rest of the sand until a large, heavy wooden chest came into view which Greenie and Rickard quickly pulled out of the hole. ‘Ah, what a beaut!’ Greenie purred as she ran a hand over the dark wood of the chest. ‘But it’s the inside that really matters.’ The goblin added as she fished a small pouch from between her large green breasts.

From the pouch the goblin grabbed some lock pick tools before squatting down in front of the chest, and getting to work on the lock. Her motion caused her short tan skirt to ride up, giving Rickard an even better view of her large, flawless emerald rump, and having it wiggle about in front of him while she fiddled with the lock definitely caused something in his pants to swell. He was only shaken from the hypnotizing swaying of Greenie’s ass when a loud clicking sound was heard, and she yelled triumphantly.

‘Got it!’ she said happily as she kicked the lid open, revealing a pile of broad golden coins nearly as thick as Rickard’s fingertips, with several smaller silver coins and thinner gold sprinkled in. There were small statuettes made of bronze, ivory and jade, the occasional bracelet and ring fitted with large gems. Even antique daggers, and helmets that looked like they would fit a gnome or goblin.

‘Who woulda thought that bastard of a Colart hid his treasure on his own lil’ pirate republic,’ Greenie growled as she spun a thick gold bracelet on one of her fingers. ‘Clever green bastard,’ she mumbled with a grin as she turned to Rickard. ‘I’ve been looking for this thing for nearly a year now, I followed four different maps, but each only led to a new damn map!’ the goblin explained as she kicked the treasure chest. ‘But now I’ve finally got it! Let’s get to the pub, drinks are on me!’ she said triumphantly.

‘Yeah, great,’ Rickard muttered. ‘Just one problem, how are we going to take the damn chest with us?’ he asked.

‘What, yer sayin’ you’ll not help a woman in need?’ Greenie asked with a smirk, while closing the lid of the chest.

- - - An hour later, in ‘the Drowned Pirate’- - -

‘Gods! How do you normally get these chests with you?!’ Rickard complained as he rolled his shoulder.

‘With a crew,’ Greenie shrugged as she sat on top of her treasure chest. ‘But they got fed up with me after I failed to pay ‘em for a few weeks. Ah well, more for me.’ She said with a happy grin as she took a long drink from the bottle of rum clasped in her right hand.

Rickard only sulked as he tried to massage some feeling back in his sore shoulders. Progress from the beach to the tavern had gone slow while he and Greenie carried the heavy chest, especially with the difference in size between the two of them…and because Rickard wasn’t especially strong. Oddly enough, when they had reached the town of this so called ‘Pirate Republic’ none of the men and women had tried to rob them. In fact, they seemed to give Greenie a wide berth when they saw her approaching. Still, that didn’t stop most of the citizens from eyeing the goblin’s treasure now, or enjoying the drinks she bought them with it.

‘So lad, ye ne’er did tell me how these folks that threw ye overboard looked like?’ Greenie asked after a long drink of her bottle, leaning in a little close to Rickard.

Rickard swallowed audibly as the goblin’s large, firm breasts pushed against his arm. Greenie eyed him with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, and he saw a smile beginning to tug on her lips. ‘Well, one of them was named Ramil, he was rather tall and had a tattoo on his chest and a scar on his face. There was one other man who he called “boss”, he was a bit shorter a-and had a cross-shaped scar on his forehead.’ Rickard stammered, while trying to ignore the softness of the goblin’s chest.

‘Crud,’ Greenie growled as she pulled away from Rickard. ‘Ramil and Marcus. Those two blooming idjits give treasure hunters like meself a bad name…’ she muttered.

‘You know them?’ Rickard asked.

‘Aye, they messed up plenty of me own hunts. Usually by acting like a couple o’ murderous ingrates who have no respect for the hunt, only for the wealth,’ Greenie explained. ‘Though I admit that that is the good part,’ She added with a grin as she patted the top of her chest. ‘Anyway, I’ll have a talk with ‘em tomorrow. First I’d like ye to finish yer drink and come upstairs with me.’

Rickard was doing just that, but when he heard Greenie’s suggestion he proceeded to spit out the sip he had just taken. ‘Wha-what?’ he stammered.

The goblin shot him a cat-like grin in response before taking another swig of her rum. ‘Ye have been staring at me booty all day,’ she said after taking the bottle away from her lips. ‘And I ain’t talking about me treasure.’ She added with a toothy grin.

Rickard had the decency to blush, but he was taking longer drinks from the flagon of ale the goblin had bought him. Greenie hadn’t missed this, and chuckled merrily as she too drank from her bottle a little quicker. So both she and Rickard sat in silence for a while, eagerly swallowing down their booze while eyeing one another. When Rickard’s flagon finally hit the table again, it was empty…and so was Greenie’s bottle.

‘Edward!’ Greenie shouted as she slammed down her empty bottle of rum. In response the burly barkeep approached the table. The goblin hopped off of her treasure chest, and grabbed two heavy golden coins, and held them a few inches away from to the dark-haired man’s outstretched hand. ‘Give me the best room ya got, and bring me “luggage as well,’ she said, handing Edward one of the coins but holding the other one between her fingers. ‘And if ye take anything, I’ll know…’ Greenie added in a dark tone.

‘Understood me lady,’ Edward said with a slightly sarcastic bow of his head as he fetched the second coin from the goblin’s hand. ‘Your room is on the second floor, the door at the end of the hallway.’

‘Don’t be an arse, Ed,’ Greenie growled as she turned away from the taller innkeeper and approached the wooden staircase. When she noticed Rickard wasn’t following her, she turned around. ‘Oi! Come along!’

‘Good luck, lad.’ Rickard heard the barkeep whisper as he got to his feet to follow Greenie, who was giving him a look that was a blend of ‘come-hither’ and ‘hurry the hell up!’. Behind him he could hear Edward grunting and groaning as he picked up the heavy treasure chest, but he had no time to see how he fared as seeing Greenie’s rump jiggle as she ascended the stairs took up all his attention.

When they finally arrived at the room Greenie had purchased, it was a world apart from downstairs were sawdust and straw was strewn about and the tables and chairs had been made from cheap, rickety wood. A large, thick rug and a huge comfortable bed dominated the room…and the paint wasn’t peeling off the walls either. Behind them, Edward finally put down the chest with a heavy sigh, his face red and shining with sweat.

‘Phew…Will that be all, lass?’ he asked.

‘Aye, but if ye would be willing to keep an eye out for Ramil and Marcus I’d be mighty pleased.’ She said with a smirk.

Edward laughed heartily. ‘Anything to see those two fools shamed.’

And with that he tossed a heavy iron key at Greenie, which she effortlessly snatched from the air, and shot a wink at Rickard before shutting the door behind him…which was then promptly locked by Greenie. ‘Ah…alone at last,’ she purred as she slowly and seductively removed her gloves. ‘A good haul of treasure and a bellyful of grog always makes me a little raunchy…hope ye don’t mind?’ she asked as she licked her lips.

‘Eh…’ was Rickard’s response as Greenie tossed her gloves in front of his feet.

‘I’m gonna assume that that’s a “no”,’ she chuckled as she slowly pulled her top over her head, letting her large, shapely green breasts  pop out into the open, causing Rickard to stare open-mouthed at the firm green globes capped with small, dark green nipples. Greenie grinned in response to the effect she was having on the young man and decided to accentuate her lovely bust by folding her arms underneath her chest, and lifting the heavy orbs with a teasing smirk stretching her lips. ‘This isn’t going to be a lot of fun if ye just stand there…’ Greenie muttered as she pulled her arms away from her breasts, and moved to take off her boots.

This finally caused Rickard to spring into action. ‘No! No, keep the boots on,’ He protested. Greenie remained standing with her hands wrapped around her boot, ready to pull it off for a few seconds…and promptly raised an eyebrow. ‘So I have a thing for thigh-high boots, who cares!’ Rickard said with a shrug as he crossed his arms.

‘Ye are a lot more pervy than you look, aren’t ya?’ Greenie asked as she shook her head with a grin, causing her orange hair to wave about.

‘Says the hard-ass Treasure Hunter putting on a strip-show.’ Rickard shot back.

Greenie simply ignored his comment and turned around as she slowly tugged down her skimpy skirt over her thigh-high boots, leaving Rickard to gawk at her juicy green rear in all its naked, heart-shaped glory. ‘I bet that this is a booty ye would like to plunder…’ Greenie said as she sank her slender fingers into the pliant green flesh of her big, beautiful rump.

Finally being able to move instead of staring at Greenie strip like he was a deer frozen in place and staring at the open maw of a dragon, Rickard placed his hands next to the goblin’s and groaned. ‘Like you wouldn’t believe.’ He said in response to Greenie, kneading the soft, firm flesh in his hands . Unfortunately, the curvy little minx wasn’t just done teasing him yet.

‘Uh-uh, laddie. I showed ye what I’ve got, now it’s your turn to show ye what ya have in yer pants.’ She replied as she effortlessly escaped his squeezing hands and turned to face him.

‘Well, guess that’s fair,’ Rickard shrugged. ‘Especially since I now know that that’s your real hair colour.’ He joked while eyeing the small patch of orange-red hair above her plump green mound.

‘I didn’t ask for the commentary idjit, just strip,’ Greenie snorted. ‘Here, I’ll even help ye!’ she said with an impish grin before dropping to her haunches and promptly pulling down the young man’s baggy trousers.

What followed was a loud, meaty slap resounding through the room and a loud curse followed by a grunt from Rickard as Greenie wrapped both of her small hands around his meaty shaft and lifted it away from her face. ‘Bastard nearly put out me other eye…’ she muttered as she stared at the huge, juicy cock in her hand with a mixture of anger and admiration.

‘Sorry if it’s too big,’ Rickard apologized sheepishly. ‘It’s a, ehm, curse a witch put on me.’

‘She probably should have looked up the definition of a “curse”,’ Greenie said sarcastically as she slowly began to work her hands up and down the heavy, vein-corded pole. ‘Most men would be mighty proud to have a mast like this between their legs.’

‘Unfortunately, most of the women in my city seem less happy with it.’ Rickard shot back with a sad smirk.

‘Pfft…Bloody amateurs,’ Greenie said with an impish smirk. ‘Let me show ya what a real woman can do.’

With that the goblin released Rickard’s fully erect prick from her skilled hands and slowly sauntered over to where Edward had left her treasure chest and plopped down on it and spread her legs wide. ‘Now let’s see if ye can sink yer sea-serpent in me pink depths.’ She said in a husky tone of voice as she patted her plump snatch invitingly.

Rickard shook his head at Greenie’s dirty talk with a grin, but didn’t waste a moment in  stepping in front of the naughty little Treasure Hunter. He gently pressed his large, domed cockhead against her sopping snatch and was about to push his hips forward when he felt the goblin’s boot-clad legs wrapping around his waist. Before he could protest, Greenie roughly pulled him forward.

‘Ungh…I-I ain’t no delicate little flower,’ she growled as she grabbed Rickard by the collar of his tunic and pulled him closer to her. ‘When I say that a good haul and a bellyful of grog puts me in the mood, ye’d better be prepared to give me a good hard fucking.’ She finished, before mashing her lips against his and slipping her tongue into his mouth.

While the busty Treasure Hunter was busy exploring his mouth, Rickard just stood there frozen in place. Enjoying the feel of Greenie’s nimble tongue in his mouth while her accommodating, wet slit tightly hugged his monstrous member. Only when the goblin released his collar, and instead placed it on his ass and squeezed one of his buttocks painfully did Rickard remember that he needed to move. Filled with determination and quite a bit of lust he placed his hands on Greenie’s strong, broad hips and violently slammed his hips forward, jamming another inch of his beefy pole into the goblin’s tight, wet canal.

Rickard’s sudden movement caused Greenie to break off her tongue-fencing with the young man as she jerked her head away from him and released a loud, pleased grunt. ‘Aye, that be the spirit lad!’ she growled fiercely as she dug her heels in his sides.

Egged on by the shapely goblin’s pleasure Rickard pushed his hips forwards again, trying his hardest to fit the entirety of the mammoth fuckmast between his legs into Greenie’s quivering honeypot. The curvaceous redhead groaned again, and her clenching snatch briefly held Rickard’s dick in a crushing grip as orgasmic juices poured from climaxing cunny. He briefly stopped pushing himself forward, but when Greenie nails dug into his chest through his tunic and she scowled up at Rickard, he figured that the goblin wasn’t quite done with him yet.

‘Is that…all ye got?’ she stammered after taking a deep breath.

‘Apparently not.’ Rickard shot back, sounding a bit more confident than he had at the start.

As soon as the almost painfully tight grip on his member relaxed Rickard shoved himself forward again, but not before wrapping his lips around one of Greenie’s plump, painfully erect nipples and giving it a teasing little bite to try and distract the goblin from the huge, throbbing dick he’s shoving into her depths. In response, she released a distinctly feminine moan of pleasure, which caused Rickard to look up at her with a raised eyebrow.

‘So me nipples are sensitive, ye don’t have to look so smug.’ She pouted.

This did not dissuade Rickard from grinning around the plump green nipple currently stuffed in his mouth however, and he happily continued to lick and suckle on the lovely green nub, occasionally giving it a teasing bite just before plunging more of his fat tool into Greenie’s trembling pink depths. In response, the goblin teased him in her own way. Biting his earlobe, kissing his neck or not allowing him to move by holding him in place with her legs. But eventually she grew bold and whispered in his ear:

‘Is this the best ye got?’ with a smirk on her face.

With that said Rickard’s pulled his mouth away from her nipple, leaving it shining with saliva and picked Greenie up from the chest she was sitting on and moved his hands to her full, plump green rump and roughly shoved her down with some help from gravity. Greenie’s good eye became as wide as a dinner plate as the young man’s dick sank deep into her quivering, wet slit. Deeper than she had been penetrated before. But she didn’t let this surprise her for long.

‘Now this…’ she growled as a large quantity of thick, clear femcum escaped her gushing twat and flowed down Rickard’s cock. ‘…be what I needed!’ she called out as she dug her fingers into Rickard’s shoulders and began to bounce up and down on his massive shaft.

Rickard did his best to keep up with the horny little goblin, moving his hips in tandem with her jumping body, and even trying to lift her up and further down. But he was no match for her enthusiasm. Not that it mattered, Greenie seemed to be too caught up in riding the waves of pleasure that assaulted her each time his “sea serpent” hit something deep inside her and caused gushers of girlcum to drip from her tight slit. Feeling the green beauty’s muff quivering around his thick shaft and seeing her face scrunched up in pleasure had an effect on Rickard however, and he soon felt his balls clench.

‘Gr-Greenie…’ he gasped as he roughly squeezed her juicy rear. ‘I-I’m going to cu-cum soon.’ He growled.

‘Y-ye’d better not! I’m almost there meself!’ Greenie growled, doing her best to sound angry or annoyed, which was somewhat diminished due to the fact that her orange green hair was clinging to her face and her body was shining with sweat.

‘Screw this.’ Rickard growled as he approached the large bed, doing his best to continue clinging to Greenie’s slippery, sweat covered body until dropping her onto the mattress and unceremoniously crawling on top of her.

‘What are ye doi- Oh!’ Greenie’s protest was abruptly cut off by a pleasured yelp as Rickard roughly began hammering his cock downwards into the Goblin’s quim, causing his domed cockhead to slam directly into Greenie’s sensitive cervix with each thrust. ‘Ungh! Right there!’ she screamed as she arced her back in pleasure and her welcoming snatch tightened like a silken vice around Rickard’s dick and trembled and twitched violently.

Greenie cursed and clawed at the blankets as an orgasm shot through her body like a thunderstorm. Flashes went off in her head as her eye rolled up, sweat streamed coated her skin and her whole body writhed and twisted on the huge, meaty mast currently stretching her climaxing green cunny…and just when she thought it was all over, a thick, liquid heat filled her. Coating the trembling pink walls of her twat, and packing her pussy full of warm, white seed. It took a few minutes before Greenie’s slit finally released its grasp on Rickard’s cock, causing the young man to pull his hips back with a tired, but pleased sigh.

‘Ah…that itch needed some scratching I tell ya.’ Greenie murmured lazily as thick runnels of jizz escaped from her well-fucked pussy.

‘Glad to be of service cap’n,’ Rickard mumbled as he crawled into bed with a yawn. ‘Now I just need some well-deserved rest.’

‘Aye, ye deserved it too.’ Greenie added with her own yawn, before crawling next to Rickard, who promptly grabbed her large, heavy breasts and pulled her closer. Greenie opened her mouth to object, but when she felt his softening prick resting between her buttocks she thought better of it and just drifted off into sleep with the young man.

- - - The next morning, after a good night’s rest.- - -

‘Now why did you offer to take me back to ‘Riverside’ again?’ Rickard asked for what was probably the tenth time when he walked towards the docks with Ramil and Marcus.

‘Because Greenie asked us nicely.’ Ramil said while cradling his groin with a pained expression.

‘Yeah,’ Marcus replied trying not to touch his broken nose. ‘She was real convincing.’

Rickard tried not to laugh, afraid about what the pirates would do to him and simultaneously tried not to think about what Greenie could have done to him if he angered her. The small goblin woman had been unarmed as far as he knew, and was a few feet shorter than Ramil and Marcus but from all the visible bruises and scrapes on them, she had still given them quite the beating.

‘Never judge a book by its cover, huh?’ Rickard thought as ‘the Floating Flask’ came into view. In front of it stood a fat, short balding man he recognized as the innkeeper of the ‘Flask’ although he had looked considerably more jolly when he first met them.

‘Ah, there you finally are,’ he said in an annoyed tone of voice, Rickard wasn’t sure at who it was directed. ‘Hurry up and get us back to ‘Riverside’ I’m sure everyone will be devastated by the disappearance of me and this young man. And don’t think I won’t speak to the sheriff about this!’

‘Yes sir,’ Marcus replied in a defeated tone of voice. ‘Come on Ramil, let’s get of this rock before she finds us again.’ He sighed as he quickly climbed aboard.

‘What are they so mopey about?’ the innkeeper wondered aloud as he and Rickard climbed aboard, and while they sailed back to ‘Riverside’ Rickard decided to tell of what had happened between the two of them and Greenie the goblin. He hadn’t seen the redheaded Treasure Hunter since last night, but he wouldn’t soon forget her either.