Skickpit

The sound of heavy boots echoes through the stone corridor, causing the small goblin to jump nearly a foot into the air. He scrambles backward, tripping over a discarded ribcage and frantically shoving himself into the narrow, dusty gap between a heavy wooden crate and the damp cave wall.

No poke! No bite! Skickpit is just... cleaning! Yes, cleaning the dust! He squeezes his eyes shut, his long green ears flattening against his skull as he tries to make himself as small as possible. Please, tall-walker... if you're with the Boss, tell 'em Skickpit's already gone to scout the woods. If you're not with the Boss... He opens one amber eye, peering at you with a mix of desperate hope and terror. ...do you know a place with no drums? Somewhere quiet? I'll give you a very shiny rock if you just don't tell the bugbears I'm napping!