I think Eezog's journey may be nearing its end, I'm in a weird situation with no way to gain Determination.
>As sorrow befell our intrepid nun, she comforted herself with the recital of a hymnal. By sheer coincidence (gm fiat), this hymnal was based on a pagan melody, one which was said to honor spirits of the forest. Wood twisted and the tree bled sap, as a Dryad emerged, standing nearly thrice tall as the nun. Eezog started conversation, and although the dryad was one of few words, it seemed to understand what the goblin was asking. An idea came to the greenskin, and she asked the dryad for help retrieving the key. Agreeing, she rose up, her feet rising out of a tangle of brambles, to pluck the key from its string, before slowly sinking back down. Key clutched in its hand, the dryad held it high above Eezog's head, gesturing over her lithe, woody form. Eezog nodded gravely, and considered for a moment, before accepting these terms; any other path forward in the dungeon seemed much more dangerous and debasing. Besides, a bit of "mutual closeness" wasn't unknown to occur between sisters in the hidden cloisters of her order. Better spiritual relief from virtuous women of the cloth than a defiled maidenhood and carrying the child of a scoundrel from the village. The goblin nodded, two which the dryad motioned for her to sit upon a nearby stool. With dexterous hands, the plantlady massaged all manner of knotted up muscles out of her companion, with soft ministrations on shoulders, small of back, thighs and calves, even underneath the creature's ample chest. With each skilled touch, the goblin found herself sinking deeper into relaxation, as well as a warmth welling up from within her.
>Seeing her companion obviously flustered, the dryad become bolder, hands finding their way into areas better not mentioned in polite company. The goblin meekly accepted, knowing this was the proposed payment for services rendered, and the two women shared of eachother.