In Pursuit of Goblins

Chloe was told this would be the chance of a lifetime. Chloe was told there would be no danger. Chloe was told that conducting a census of the goblin population of the Vastlands would be a walk in the park. Chloe was lied to.

Now that she has been parted from her dear undead unicorn Bartleby and stripped of her dignity, Chloe finds herself at the mercy of the very goblins she came to count. What―oh what―is a respectable young woman to do when faced with the prospect of being boiled alive and eaten?