The goblin chuckles. "Your accent is terrible. You speak worse than my brother, gnome, and he was hit over the head. Multiple times.
Brow-beating and intimidation won't work, pinkskins. When I was a whelp, I saw my eldest brother get ripped apart by an ogre. He screamed, begged, and pleaded. Sold out the whole tribe. I won't talk like that. You want a 'friendly exchange of information', let's have it. You want to try covering me in ants, you can do that too, but something tells me you don't have the time.
I told you about the thief. You tell me why you want to know, and I'll tell you about the pearl."
The goblin, upon closer inspection, seems like he's been through some rough patches in his life. Numerous scars can be found on his arms and neck, and his large goblin ears have been nicked several times by a blade of some sort - a huge chunk is missing from his left ear. He also lacks several teeth.
OOC: Listen checks, folks.