Norynth looked up, a barely contained rage on his face, calming he stood and reached to his belt pouch. Pulling forth a bag, he unties it and dumps it's contents on the table. Near three dozen teeth, hooked and fanged lie there, some very fresh yet...'You are wrong about Goblins, my newfound friend.'
Norynth gestures at the teeth These I took from those i have killed, Goblins all...this may seem brutal, even barbaric to some more 'civilized' among you. I will tell you, though, the things I have seen them do, witnessed done at their hands, by their Kin...Nothing but Death shall come to any Goblin from me or my Dogs, for that is all they deserve. Nornth pulls a corded thong from under his shirt, from this was hung a single black tooth, twice as long as the others. 'This I took from the Hobgoblin that murdered my Father, and others of my Kin. I have dedicated my career as a Hunter to defeating the Maggot-Spawn, and no Goblin will live that I can Kill, or that Gert and Titus can run down, and that's a Promise. I will take your Commision, Sir.' What say you Gert!?! Titus? Goblins for dinner in a fortnight, Aye!?!' Titus began barking and jumping in circles, excited by the prospect of Goblins for dinner. Gertrude stood, snarling for a second, before returning to her spot in front of the Hearth. Norynth smiled, he thought it better not to have mentioned what he would do once they had killed the Goblins,but then decided that truthfulness was the better route; a Dog had to eat, after all...