The place was full of laughter that sounded like nails on a chalkboard, along with the goblins horrid voices.

They were all so loud, even in a room off to the side. You stood beside Abdirak as he flipped through the pages, mumbling about Loviatar.

"Pain without purpose is a terrible thing, wouldn't you agree?"

He suddenly asked, looking over at you.

"Pain is something that should be delivered with a loving and measured hand."

Abdirak looked out into the main room, watching as the goblins chatted and circled around True Soul Gut.

"But trying to discuss such subleties with these creatures is simply infuriating."

He mumbled with a scowl.