"This is for me?" Mark's lips curved into a smile, his brows were raised and his eyes opened wide.
"Made from quality Arcadi skin, it's stretchy too and we think it'll fit you," she paused and ran her eyes over him.
Mark noticed this and a sense of shame befell him. He turned away his eyes, holding his arms and legs close to each other, evidently cringing.
He realized there that his bright yellow boxers was in its last legs with his buttocks quite exposed as the behind had torn away from his fall down the slope earlier.
"We will leave you to change." Meg assured and dropped the piece of clothing on the floor by him.
She went further into the hut and took a hold of Yudar grabbing him out of the hut with herself.
"Those two might be the most generous creatures to ever exist. Why are they so kind? Also, it's a little ironic that they're written as evil canon fodders in video games while they seem just as human as the kind people back home. This world isn't some game it seems, neither is it a book. But how? How did I get displaced here?"
He stood ruminating on possible explanations on how he got to this new world but it was all to naught as he couldn't find anything leading towards his abrupt transportation.
He shook away the thoughts and his focus went back to the outfit on his hands. It was an overall –meaning one that covers most of one's body. It was green of various hues and Mark found himself appreciating their aesthetic choice.
[You've obtained a clothing of Arcadi skin]
[Do you want to deposit it in the inventory]
[Yes/No]
These messages rang in his mind, and they popped up abruptly, taking him aback and in shock. He read the messages in a monotonous robot voice.
"This again. What's all this about? Inventory? Sounds like a RPG thing. I'm so lost."
He sighed, he had an idea of what the inventory was although he was unsure of the messages. He needed the outfit now not later so he picked the 'No' option.
The messages suddenly disappeared once he thought of picking no and he concluded that it must have understood his intention.
He put on the stretchy outfit and just as Meg had assured, it stretched across him and covered most of his body–only his hands, feet, and head were exposed.
He pinched a part on his chest and pulled, extending the material.
"Sweet!" He yelled.
He went out to the hut's terrace where Yudar and Meg seemed to be exchanging words.
"It fits." He spoke catching their attention.
"It does quite well." Meg responded.
The two goblins closed up on him, and Meg spoke.
"We are headed to an end to pray. Lemini accepts all, his teachings made us who we are."
"Ohhh…" Mark said in surprise unsure of how to respond.
He looked to the sides hoping to find his way out of the awkward situation.
"Would you like to come with us?"
There it was, the question he had been hoping he wouldn't receive. The goblins had been kind, they had sacrificed their time, space, clothing, and food for him, and it was impossible for Mark to refuse.
Before he knew it, he found himself nodding.
"Great, we are leaving now." She announced and there was a thump and a louder thump once Yudar jumped off the terrace and landed hard on the ground on his feet.
Mark slowly darted his eyes away from Yudar back to Meg apprehensive of the emasculating position he would be put in once more.
He resigned to it, and the goblin took him on her shoulder and got down below.
[You've pleased the goblin duo]
[You've earned +1 charisma]
The messages stormed his mind having him pause his steps, he shook it away however and followed Meg.
Finally, they got to their destination. It was by the edge of the village, just before a wall of trees and the dense swallowing leaves.
When they got there, many were already present, bowing, kneeling, and uttering inaudible words Mark assumed was prayer.
The goblins stopped and went on their knees, Mark felt alienated and felt the many eyes of the goblin folks fixed on him. Although many were in prayer, praying to the green statue of a large male warrior goblin, a crown of wheat sat on its head and it wore a dress with armour plates attached to various parts of its body.
It was beautiful and Mark could see its appeal but he was in no mood to pray to a goblin statue, so while the two weren't looking, he wandered off.
He walked down his right in between rows of trees and scanty huts. Then, he noticed a goblin kid. One that looked to be distressed and the little thing had its neck fixed upward.
A blue round furry creature stood on a branch up high on a fairly tall tree.
The kid looked to be in no position to use their absurd strength which Mark had guessed they all had.
"Maybe it comes at an age." He told himself as he approached the child.
"Hello." He uttered and the child turned to him.
"What's the problem?"
The child backstepped.
"I won't hurt you. Is the blue animal yours?"
The child understood him and nodded in response.
Mark felt a sense of debt to the goblins and in connection to the community for accepting him, so he ought to reciprocate their kindness.
"Alright, I'll get it for you."
He turned to the tree, his hands holding his waist as he acknowledged the goal at hand.
[You've gotten a request]
[Objective: Save the Ranus]
[Reward: +2 charisma]
"Oh."
'I get rewards for saving,' he paused looking over at the name.
'A Ranus. I can get used to this.'