Immediately, questions flooded Kadoodle's mind (see what I did there? Ehhhh???). Why was he being recruited for this mission? He was sure that most of these people could go six hours without eating. If needed, they could just be given food to take along the way, they wouldn't have to have a personal chef along with them. 

Kadoodle fidgeted nervously and glanced around the room. What was he doing here? These people were trained professionals! They didn't need a chef, did they? His services would be utterly useless! While they investigated, he would do little other than wander around the tunnels making a fool of himself. Maybe they had thought he was a mercenary? Kadoodle frowned. People always assumed that goblins were simple minded. Goblin chefs were rare; typically a job that required such finesse was left to a human or elf. Usually, even when he insisted, many didn't believe him until they tried his cooking. He finally built up enough courage to ask a question.  

"Excuse me, but there must be some kind of mistake..." Kadoodle started quietly, "I'm just a... well... erm...." Kadoodle lost his confidence as he looked up at the others. He shouldn't have said anything. He should have just slunk out of the room and gone home. Fear bubbled in his chest. He glanced at Ricard. Clearly the elf was a royal, and none hated goblins more then the elves who had only heard the horrible stories never met a goblin. What was he thinking? They wouldn't just kill or imprison him for no reason! Right...? He had been dumb. He shouldn't have made himself noticeable...