Stybs sighed, it just seemed to dawn to him that the stories of his exploits may have been a tad bit... exaggerated, still there was power in the stories, in belief. "Now you are thinking that I'm just some tall git who thinks he's being smart or funny, yeah?" He smiled his toothy smile that would have been a tad bit unnerving to a member of the other cares, but to a goblin it was nearly charming. "That git looks a bit like the Liberator fellow from the stories, but that can't be it, right?" The tall goblin rolled his eyes and changed his stance in to a more calm one. "Maybe I'm just some old git who's gone mad in his old age, right?"

Marius remained hidden and waited patiently. He had seen this kind of a conversation many times and the strange pair had made convincing goblins a magnificent little performance. For now he'd just have to wait for the sign and keep a simple spell of enlargement ready.

"Then again, if I am the Liberator what are you gonna do?" Stybs tilted his head a bit to the left and shrugged his shoulders. "Stybs Orcgutter is the greatest there is! Able to kill a dragon with a gaze and shatter the chains of tyranny with a wave of his mighty green hand." To an outside listener the goblin language sounded strange, like someone was speaking orcish and choking on cockroaches or the like, but the goblins could be quite eloquent - now unfortunately it did not translate well to the common language.

The stories told of the Liberator also mentioned that he was not just a hero for goblins, no, he was a hero of all the downtrodden, a hero of freedom itself. Your race did not matter to him, if you were a prisoner or a slave the Liberator just might show up and save you. No matter what he'd have to fight! Be it the mightiest of dragons, the strongest orcs, stubbornest of dwarfs or the sneakiest of goblins. Now this tall git didn't seem like he was planning on fighting, but there was something about him, something quirky.

"Maybe I'm just one of them cooky old storytellin' gits? A bit too deep in a story, right? Carrying one of these for flair, right?" Stybs lifted the broken pickaxe while smiling the toothy smile and let out a cackle, which some goblins would call a hearty laugh. "Now just think about it, what if this old git actually is the Liberator, right? You gits would be in biiiig trouble." Goblin humor was strange, it emphasized on the suffering of other goblins and in those standards the tall goblin had actually told quite a funny joke.

Marius gripped his holy symbol and waited for the other goblins to react. What little he understood of their language - what little Stybs had bothered/been able to teach and explain - a joke of some kind had just been told, not that the pale elf really understood goblin humor. Still he hoped the old goblin would manage to handle the situation with words instead of violence.