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This odd hobgoblin tribe of about 100 has taken up residence in a former pottery factory. The Nailed Boots believe that as long as humanoids remain within the district, they will never enjoy the respect they deserve. They must instead seek dominance within the city itself ... which means integrating with it. They teach their children Common and even Elvish, and practice etiquette (such as using utensils) which other humanoids would scoff at. They use the factory to make crude but usable clay pots, which they then seek to sell in the Bazaar District and elsewhere. Some train as mercenaries, but when they leave the district, they try to mimic codes of conduct picked up from observing the most respected proper military organizations, such as the City Guard. A few have considered a career in politics. All of this is intended to let the Nailed Boots blend in with human society, becoming another part of the great mosaic that is the city. The factory brings them income, which they hope to use to purchase new quarters elsewhere some day. A few have even left the district for good and have begun preparing the way for their brethren to join them. In the meantime, the Boots still squabble with their neighbors, fight over territory, and oppress those beneath them, just like any other humanoids would.

Description
This odd hobgoblin tribe of about 100 has taken up residence in a former pottery factory. The Nailed Boots believe that as long as humanoids remain within the district, they will never enjoy the respect they deserve. They must instead seek dominance within the city itself ... which means integrating with it. They teach their children Common and even Elvish, and practice etiquette (such as using utensils) which other humanoids would scoff at. They use the factory to make crude but usable clay pots, which they then seek to sell in the Bazaar District and elsewhere. Some train as mercenaries, but when they leave the district, they try to mimic codes of conduct picked up from observing the most respected proper military organizations, such as the City Guard. A few have considered a career in politics. All of this is intended to let the Nailed Boots blend in with human society, becoming another part of the great mosaic that is the city. The factory brings them income, which they hope to use to purchase new quarters elsewhere some day. A few have even left the district for good and have begun preparing the way for their brethren to join them. In the meantime, the Boots still squabble with their neighbors, fight over territory, and oppress those beneath them, just like any other humanoids would.