Dusk gestured to a few of his brethren, the short green figures scurrying through the underbrush to his side. As usual, he was the one organizing this attack. Every goblin who participated and survived would be rich, with him the richest, naturally. He may have been an uncivilized goblin, but his analytical and tactical skill was unmatched in the tribe.

“We’ll target the front cart first, then swing around to the back while the humies get riled up.”

He said in goblin speak.