Byung was awakened by the noise of several goblins causing a ruckus outside. The first thing that came to his mind was how he had been received the moment he first arrived— with fear, suspicion, and an undercurrent of hostility. That memory lingered as he rose, reminding him of just how different these goblins were compared to the ones he grew up hearing about.
They were brutal, even to their own kind. The farmers, who bent their backs to cultivate food for the rest, received no respect. The quality of the food they grew was pitiful—dull, flavorless, and lacking the nutrients needed to strengthen their people. It was a fact most goblins dismissed, but in the mines, the truth was clear. Their bodies struggled to keep up with the endless labor because they were never properly nourished. Some believed things could have been different if only the farmers had been respected and given better conditions.
