Have you seen our son?
My players trying to drill information from a young goblin
Me/DM: The little goblin is terrified and babbling because it saw you cleave its friend in half. You can’t really make out what it’s saying
Our Witch: “Aw poor thing. I hug him, and pat his head.”
Me: “He calms down slightly and sniffles. You realize he’s a fairly young goblin as you hug him.”
Witch: “I’m adopting him, he’s my son now.”
They went on to lead a Goblin rebellion against the Orc warmaster who had taken command of the tribe. Gurgy is the mascot of our party despite many failed stealth rolls. He’s training to be a rogue.