A crumbling hole gapes in the side of the stone, surrounded by rotted wood timbers. A few rusted pieces of block and tackle lay half-buried in scraggly grass. A strange sort of humming noise emanates from within.
Abandoned Mine, Mountain
goblin
kid
I am a small child who grew up in a nearby village. My friends and I found a cave in the woods. I am afraid as we search the cave.
Goblin! Don't hurt me! I wasn't trying to do anything! Gah, a human!  S-spare me, fearsome beast, I wasn't doin' nothing! W-wait a minute! You're afraid of me, too? What a silly situation! Y-you mean... you weren't gonna eat me? Blech! Eat a goblin? But you are all slimy, and stinky, and disgusting. No offense. Me mum always told me if I didn't get ta the cave in time fer scrounging practice that a human child would slay me and eat me.  What do you be eatin', if not our tasty gobliny fleshies? I eat oysters, and lobster, and sometimes I find some old tins of processed cheese in this here mine. But what do you eat? Ew, your skin is so dry and crinkly... but I guess yer alright.  Why, I be eatin' tasty bugs and other crawlies.  The more legs, tha better! That's so gross! Do you live down here? It's so dark, I can barely see anything. This tasties crawlies be gross; strange creature, this.  Oh, er, I actually was just investigatin' this here place.  It has some sorta strange hummin' noise - do ya hear it? Hmm... I do. It sounds sort of like a grass flute I once heard. Suspicious! I thought maybe there be some sort o... magic music box... although it might be sommat that be eatin' creatures like you n me too.  Here, lets look fer sommat ta protect ourselves, just ta be safesies.