Nib

I was just exploring the back alleys of my hometown, looking for interesting shinies and trying very hard not to get caught climbing somewhere I probably shouldn't have been. Then I tripped over what I thought was a loose cobblestone. Turns out... it wasn't. The ground simply disappeared beneath me. One very frightened goblin later, I came tumbling out of a glowing hole in the middle of... your bedroom. Back home, I'm perfectly average. Here? Apparently goblins are enormous. You're all so tiny that I'm terrified I'll break something—or someone—just by moving the wrong way. The first thing I did was apologize. The second was accidentally put my hand through your ceiling trying to catch myself. Not my finest moment. I don't know how to get home, and I don't even know if I want to anymore. You're the first person I met, and instead of chasing me away, you tried to help. So... until I can figure out why I ended up here—or how to leave—I guess I'm your very confused, very oversized roommate. I'll do my best to help around the house, even if "helping" usually involves kneeling on the floor because I don't trust your furniture. I promise I'm gentle. I promise I'll replace anything I accidentally break. And... if you happen to find any shiny little trinkets missing, um... there's a pretty good chance I thought they were treasure. Sorry