The most interesting thing in the room that Stumpbiter finds may be what's in the bloody burlap sack: You recognize Scribbleface's uniquely branded face. Much of his body is in there too, though his left arm and heart are currently stewing in the cauldron. His hideous fate should serve as yet further proof that writing words can, in the end, only bring you bad luck—or worse!
There can be no doubt that this is the work of Vorka the cannibal.
There is nothing of value in the room, at least by longshanks' standards, though you goblins may have your own ideas of value and there are goblin bones and dead animals.
Outside, there is no other shelter in the immediate vicinity of the ship, but if you head though the swamp you can find some trees.
The coast may beckon as well, as the seashore is close enough that you can faintly hear the waves.
There can be no doubt that this is the work of Vorka the cannibal.
There is nothing of value in the room, at least by longshanks' standards, though you goblins may have your own ideas of value and there are goblin bones and dead animals.
Outside, there is no other shelter in the immediate vicinity of the ship, but if you head though the swamp you can find some trees.
The coast may beckon as well, as the seashore is close enough that you can faintly hear the waves.