Grex huffed as he dragged the crates through the forest. Every root, every rock and every bump in the ground made his task that much more difficult. Barely four foot tall the goblin struggled to pull the makeshift harness latched to the boxes. "Huw much furth'r?" Grex panted Grex's fellow tribesman Xeezik dropped his ropes and looked around. "Umm Iz don't reeli knuw, let mez peek." The slightly smaller goblin scurried up the nearest tree and disappeared into the leaves. Grex plopped down on the forest floor catching his breath. Just as he was about to feel back to normal Xeezik's head pop upside down from the leaf canopy. "Iz peek a byg humiez tuwn upahead," Xeezik said as he flipped out of the tree landing, somewhat ungracefully. "Iz tink we can mayke sum guud goldz frum dem humiez. Ledz go." He grabbed his rope and started pulling, after a few seconds the heavy load started to scrape across the ground. Grex took a deep breath and followed suit. As the two continued towards the direction of the human town Grex became lost in thought. His mind returned to the same scene he has been preoccupied with for weeks. Grex awoke to chaos and panic. He quickly got up and looked out the window of the Maarg'Un common house to see the town's watchtower burning. To his horror he saw many tribe member's bodies littering the ground. Grex quickly dressed and grabbed his dagger. Instead of heading out the front door the nimble goblin crawled out the window facing the mountainside and scaled the rough log wall to the ground. He heard screeching and screaming as goblins were presumably being slaughtered. Peeking around the corner he got his first glimpse of the attackers, men in full plate wielding swords and pole-arms twice as large as the victim's themselves. Grex backed away and felt what seemed like an anvil drop onto his shoulder. The heavy chained hand squeezed tight and Grex struggled to get away to no avail. He was swung around and tossed to the floor. The human raised his sword to strike when out of tree line a group of goblin warriors charged. Startled the human ignored Grex and turned to face the small line. With one swing two of the goblins fell, the sword decapitated the first and lodged in the neck of the second. The last goblin swung his ax and landed a solid blow to the man's hip, blood started to pour out of the wound as the ax was withdrawn. Raising the ax again to swing Grex realized that this goblin was not just any warrior but Zemizeel the chief. Bringing the ax down the chief cut into the man's gut pouring out it's contents onto the ground. With a not-so-goblin intensity Zemizeel howled a battle cry. Grex got back to his senses and picked himself up off the ground. As he started moving towards the chief two humans appeared and spotted the pair. As the men advanced Zemizeel looked to Grex and gestured towards the woods with his head. Grex turned to go and watched the chief charge the two men. The tall for a goblin but still small Zemizeel was cut down quickly. Grex stared for a second but when one of the human's looked towards him he bolted into the forest as fast as he could. Hours went by as the goblin fled through the woods. "Iz tink were heer," Xeezik dropped his harness and stepped into a dirt road. Ahead of the two a large sandstone wall stood. Grex looked puzzled, "Oki nuw how we ged diz humiez to give uz goldiez for diz stuv?" The goblin merchant looked equally as confused, "well Iz uszt to uh markit bud humiez hav to let uz in to markit. Bud maybe we juzt set up heer?" "Seemz reezonible," Grex said.