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////Tressila. Meant as a combined replacement of the gob sharpshooter and Priscilla
An ear\PYZhy{}splitting [i:bang] throws you into high alert! Near as you can tell, it was off behind you a ways, beyond sight, leading you to believe the danger is at least not directed at you. Perhaps against your better judgment, you quietly approach the action to assess the situation.

Past some trees, the scene is unveiled: a wounded, groaning pair of imps with a red\PYZhy{}haired and remarkably modest\PYZhy{}looking goblin walking over. As she moves, she is attempting to reload some kind of firearm. And, relative to her, it\PYZsq{}s enormous! She gets partway through the process and stops where she is, getting no closer to the imps without her gun ready. The smoking barrel obscures her large\PYZhy{}rimmed glasses, and one of the little demons takes the opportunity to attempt an escape.

[say: You\PYZsq{}re not getting away that easily!] screeches the goblin, and she pulls out a strange unfolding metal boomerang, throwing it with skillful aim. The imp is knocked out with a blow to the head. [say: Hmpf!] The goblin brushes a loose cherry\PYZhy{}red hair from her face and finishes reloading, eyes carefully scanning the area the entire time.

And unfortunately, she spots you, not\PYZhy{}so\PYZhy{}hidden in the foliage. Gun raised, she exclaims, [if (race=imp, demonmorph, alice\PYZhy{}alike) \PYZob{}[say:Anotha\PYZsq{} one!?] Once again, an ear\PYZhy{}splitting [i:bang] ignites your adrenaline, and your cover has thankfully saved you from the blast as you dive away.
[Attack].tooltip=\PYZdq{}She\PYZsq{}s reloading, that\PYZsq{}s an opening. If she\PYZsq{}s beaten down, you\PYZsq{}ll have control over the situation.\PYZdq{} [Flee].tooltip=\PYZdq{}She has a gun, and who knows what else. Plus, should you be fighting the enemies of the demons?\PYZdq{}
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[say: Who are ya!?]
[Attack].tooltip=\PYZdq{}You will get shot, but you\PYZsq{}ve been here long enough to take a blast to your face.\PYZdq{} [Talk].tooltip=\PYZdq{}You\PYZsq{}re no friend to those imps, that\PYZsq{}s for sure.\PYZdq{} [Flee].tooltip=\PYZdq{}Diplomacy at the barrel of a gun isn\PYZsq{}t favorable, nor is attacking into it.\PYZdq{}\PYZcb{}]
///Attack. If race imp,demonmorph,alice, her first action is reloading. Otherwise, she takes a shot at you. In either case, start distanced.
///Flee
[if (race=imp,demon\PYZhy{}morph,alice\PYZhy{}alike) \PYZob{}Dashing back through the trees, you evade letting her take another shot at you. Before getting too far, you can hear her yell, [say: And don\PYZsq{}t come back!]|Not keen on answering to a gun\PYZhy{}toting goblin, you dash behind a tree, hearing the ear\PYZhy{}splitting [i:bang] of another blast that might have hit you if you lingered any longer! Hopefully the trip back to camp is less perilous.\PYZcb{}]
///Talk
In as disarming a manner you can muster, you explain yourself to the unusually well\PYZhy{}armed shortstack.

Warily, she lowers her firearm. Without the hunk of metal obfuscating the view, you note her rather cute face. Aside from a few stray strands, her hair is bound up in a giant braid that dangles past her buttocks. Although less of a bimbo in personality than others of her kind, she still has the standard proportions of a goblin. 

[say: Aright, we both looked each other up and down. And ya haven\PYZsq{}t pounced on me like some kinda animal, so I\PYZsq{}ll return tha favor and introduce myself: I\PYZsq{}m Tressila.] She pauses before elaborating further. [say: I\PYZsq{}m probably tha last gob not corrupt, drugged up, and breeding\PYZhy{}crazed.] A grimace crosses her face with those words, and her pointed ears tilt down.
[Weapons].tooltip=\PYZdq{}An impressive firearm and a folding boomerang, what\PYZsq{}s that all about?\PYZdq{} [Herself].tooltip=\PYZdq{}Learn more about this uncorrupt goblin.\PYZdq{} [etc] [leave]

You get the gist. She\PYZsq{}s got lots of pride in what goblins used to be, their inventions, their guile. It eats her up that their entire civilization was completely destroyed by corruption, and all that\PYZsq{}s left is a shameful, whorish display of stupidity and lust. No one will remember her kind for all the great things they could do, they\PYZsq{}ll just be a rapidly\PYZhy{}breeding pest no better than succubi, and spreading just as much corruption.
Could take the route that she\PYZsq{}s torn on whether she should be finding some way to reverse the damage on living goblins or be a breeding sow herself just to make more untainted. The idea of being reduced to such a role doesn\PYZsq{}t fill her with the purpose it does Amily, so she wouldn\PYZsq{}t take to that idea fast. 
In the end, she\PYZsq{}d probably become happy to have a small number of children herself, later down the line with the player, but not re\PYZhy{}breeding a whole civilization, instead wanting to salvage some of the bimbos.
More primarily, probably acts as a source of gadgets, plus a new way to get the blunderbuss instead of copy\PYZhy{}pasted\PYZhy{}goblin\PYZhy{}encounter\PYZhy{}\PYZsh{}5
Can introduce more throwing weapons than just the wingsticks.
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