There is no posion to be found. Just a odd magic aura about it.
The goblin tells you to hurry for you have lamost reached the village.
You trek on through the cold and frozen snow for about another 1/2 hour, finally reaching a small little hamlet of huts and wooden buildings, you also note a small lake hot/spring a little to the south of the village, as well some greenry in the area. As you approch the settlement you grow warmer.
"I forgot to tell you my name! How could I be eh, how you humans say "stoopid?", It's Goli. Wait here while I go speak to the hamlet leader, Sir Regi Greenskin." Goli explains , this all sounds very funny to your Human ears, that is if you werent so tired.
You see him walk off and enter a slightyl large hut. While hes gone you look around. You see some goblins chopping wood, others farming the little patches of green land. You see some by a large hut examining guns and ammo. There is also what you beleive to be small goblin children palying a game with sticks.
Goli Returns, "Sir Greenskin is very happy you will help him. He says you will be given command of 2 squads of his goblin troops, the rest must stay here for defense, and you are to attack the main Ork complex northeast of here. I will serve as your groups translator. This can all wait though, come this way to our inn and have a round on me!"
Goli leads you to another large building, you all enter, there are stone and woods stools around a bar. A few grumpy goblins sit on the stools and a few at tables. Goli hands you each a cup of something, if not for being slighty white, reminds you of ale.
"Drink up!"