The Goblin known as Sue steps forward, puffing out his chest and flicking his short bow "Me Sue, very good shot with bow and can infuse big magic in arrows, me designated story teller and protector of tribe" He then returns to standing against the wall.
Sue's eyes go wide at the mention of riches but seem to have a special light to them when the stories are spoken of.
"Want that! want stories for tribe!"
he puffs out his scrawny chest.
The Goblin known as Sue stays near the back of the room, trying his hardest to analyse and take in everybody there, after mulling over the words in his mouth for a long time he speaks.
"Goblins as good as dead, stones as good as rescued, jut one question... what in it for Sue?"
He then jabs a...
Sue stares at the sleeping wolves and at the intruders setting up a plan before slipping his dagger back in his belt and offering to help.
"Wolves enemy of Goblin too, I help"
Sue, a scrawny goblin with a short bow slung over his shoulder looks up from his arrows and stares in disbelief at his 'guests' he pulls a dagger from his belt and points it at the intruders.
"Who you?"