Goblin Village - Morning
The stillness after meditation was broken by the sound of approaching footsteps, deliberate, yet hesitant.
Lumberling opened his eyes and found himself surrounded.
Krivex stood at the front, flanked by Grokk, Gobo1, Gobo2, and the other captains.
"My Lord," Krivex began, rubbing the back of his neck, "we… need a favor."
Lumberling raised an eyebrow, brushing dirt off his robes. "What kind of favor?"
"With the elves," Krivex clarified.
Gobo1 stepped forward, arms crossed. "They don't listen to us. But they listen to you."
"That's right!" Gobo2 piped up. "It's like you're hogging all the charisma aura or something! We talk and they ignore. You talk and suddenly they're offering fruits and water and training advice."
Grokk grunted, which might've been agreement, or indigestion. With him, it was hard to tell.
Lumberling chuckled. "Alright, alright. What exactly do you want to ask them?"
