"Here live all time. No time... not live here... see? Home, special home place of I. We..." here the goblin breaks into its natural language for a few seconds. Suddenly it stops and seems to think very hard. "We... be own? be his? Master...! Yes, master here, master give we good things, give we food, give we shinies! Shinies good, good here, special home place safe, we keep, and master give we food and shinies for keep special home place safe, see? See?" The little black goblin looks expectantly into Luthiel's eyes.