The stories surrounding Mirkland are always pretty dark and terrifying, as are most goblin stories. While Gune certainly didn't want to tangle with the undead and the dark powers that control them, he was here on a mission: to burn a very bad book, or so he'd been told. The voices is inside his head insisted he burn some evil book of ancient power. Apparently that book and the one in his bag, which he called "Whiny", had a disagreement in the past, so Gune had been tasked with being the mediator. He would have ignored Whiny entirely, but after three sleepless nights of incessant headaches caused by a million gibbering voices, he capitulated. If Gune had learned anything about magical talking books, they all seem to have some sort of agenda and were incredibly rude, even by goblin standards.

[indent][i]"Looks foreboding, but no other notable options. Thoughts?"[/i][/indent]

"Gune will not be defeated by stupid letters! Gune is [i]genius![/i]" He replied thoughtlessly, still engrossed in his foreign almanac. He turned to Cecelia and realized she was looking at something in the distance. "Oh..." he stowed his almanac and scampered to her side to see what she had been referring to.
"Fore..bod..ing?" He seemed to taste the word as his tongue flipped over twice trying to pronounce the annoying Elven syllables, but only managed a lisp. "Yes! Foreboding... Very scary, yes." His ears twitched with anxiety.

"Urm... Gune is tribe leader, and Cecelia is too important so..." His words trailed off, momentarily lost in thought. It wouldn't do to endanger himself or his emergency-rations-on-legs. A barn wouldn't necessarily be home to some terrible monster would it? Goblin wisdom says [i]bigness[/i] and [i]fire[/i] can make any foe cower. They should be on guard, just in case. "...So we need very big meatbag." He declared with a toothy grin, and wagged a bony finger at the dragonborn nearby.

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"Hey, scaly ogre lady!" He called to Ishalla, and vaulted from the cart to stand at her feet. "We need your bigness! Barn could have monsters inside. You bring bigness." He produced a rag and a stick from his bag. "Gune bring fire. Together we beat monsters and use barn for sleep. Everyone safe!" The logic in his plan was flawless. No one could refute his genius! 

"Gune is the bravest one, so you go first." Gune smiled magnificently, confident, as his crooked dagger-like teeth glinted in the fading light.