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The farmer -after being prompted by his peers- walked forward, finally working up the courage to talk.

"So... we were told, that we could talk of some of our problems with you."

The adventurer -sitting on a window, overlooking the small border town of Erenian, near the frontier with the Barlans-, looked up to the farmer, a grey elf. He guessed, one of the many elves who once lived in the Five Kingdoms, before being expelled or seeking a new home in Erenian, once meant to be a new elven home, but which simply was too far away from the Five Kingdoms and too close to the Barlans.

"I'm not here to hear problems." he showed the short sword. "Now, if you are meant to talk business instead, I'm all ears"

"They say you are a skilled monster-hunter, Master Goblin."

"Call me Boglin" the adventurer said. "And what sort of monsters? There are a difference of price, you see."

"A couple of trolls." said the farmer.

"Trolls aren't monsters. They are people... even if not always the most amicable" Boglin said. "Are they giving you troubles, or you just don't like how they look? Because I know both elves and humans from around here love giving that monster brand to anybody slightly different inconvenient and different, yes? And let's not forget that even to many humans, elves are monsters too."

"They have been attacking the outlying farms."

"And are you sure these lands didn't encroached the trolls territories?"

He saw the farmer to be confused by that affirmation. But then, Boglin considered it for a moment. "If the price is right... I will see into it."

"Will you kill the trolls?"

"I didn't said that."

A Gobril: The Goblin April: BONUS!

To finish Gobril I asked for quick drawing ideas to the people of The World of Aiers Discord for extra-goblins.

suggested Boglin: "A Boglin. Like a goblin, but with some Bog in him."

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The farmer -after being prompted by his peers- walked forward, finally working up the courage to talk.

"So... we were told, that we could talk of some of our problems with you."

The adventurer -sitting on a window, overlooking the small border town of Erenian, near the frontier with the Barlans-, looked up to the farmer, a grey elf. He guessed, one of the many elves who once lived in the Five Kingdoms, before being expelled or seeking a new home in Erenian, once meant to be a new elven home, but which simply was too far away from the Five Kingdoms and too close to the Barlans.

"I'm not here to hear problems." he showed the short sword. "Now, if you are meant to talk business instead, I'm all ears"

"They say you are a skilled monster-hunter, Master Goblin."

"Call me Boglin" the adventurer said. "And what sort of monsters? There are a difference of price, you see."

"A couple of trolls." said the farmer.

"Trolls aren't monsters. They are people... even if not always the most amicable" Boglin said. "Are they giving you troubles, or you just don't like how they look? Because I know both elves and humans from around here love giving that monster brand to anybody slightly different inconvenient and different, yes? And let's not forget that even to many humans, elves are monsters too."

"They have been attacking the outlying farms."

"And are you sure these lands didn't encroached the trolls territories?"

He saw the farmer to be confused by that affirmation. But then, Boglin considered it for a moment. "If the price is right... I will see into it."

"Will you kill the trolls?"

"I didn't said that."

A Gobril: The Goblin April: BONUS!

To finish Gobril I asked for quick drawing ideas to the people of The World of Aiers Discord for extra-goblins.

suggested Boglin: "A Boglin. Like a goblin, but with some Bog in him."

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