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Message: <blockquote data-quote="doghead" data-source="post: 1688118" data-attributes="member: 8243">The first goblin looks somewhat nonplussed by your lack of understanding. You can almost see the cogs and wheels whiring as he attempts to find the words with which to explain to you.At Nate's barked challenge he stiffens and his eyes narrow in anger. The struggle to leash his anger is played out in the small twitches of his right hand fingers. With some 80 feet of rough ground between you and the nearest goblin, there would be plenty of time for the archers to put an arrow or two into anyone charging them. Whether it would be enough to stop you would be different matter. But then there is also the worg. It stares at you as would a chained dog at a piece of steak placed just out of reach.But appart from the three that you can see, and one you can't, there is no sign of anymore goblins. A dark shape behind the goblin archer on your left catches Nates eye, then realisation dawns. Another worg. Almost cetainly."The Magreft," the goblin hisses through gritted teeth, "they are orc spawn, but terrible bad spirit mojo."From the eastern walled city came the Magreft's band. The Magreft, four man born and two halfmen. One an ironwright. A highborn. A female. A death shaman. These things the blood and bone told us of. They were seen and spoken of. We know that the blood and bone spoke truely. These we thought we followed. But you are not them. You are wrong."Casting a glance over his shoulder the goblin snarls something in his own language. He sounds angry. Confused. Frightened perhaps. But not murderous.There is a moments silence. Then a quiet response. Then a worg bearing a female goblin pads out from the shadows. The worg pauses beside the first goblin, and the female considers you carefully."What do you know of what we speak?"</blockquote>

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