[@Searat][@Pandalope][@Aristocles]

"Nabi," Bok said to Tovo as she introduced herself. He fell quiet for a moment as they talked, before speaking up again himself.

War was different from raiding. Raiding was acceptable among tribes that weren't friendly with each other. It was understandable, and as long was too much damage wasn't done the tribes could raid amongst each other. Defending ones possessions was also expected. It was like a political shove. Shove! What are you gonna do, shove me back? Probably.

Friendly tribes, of course, didn't shove each other. 

A skirmish is different from a raid. It's worse- or, in Bok's opinion, better. Goblins go from getting injured to getting killed. More is stolen. Still, it may be once off and the two tribes go back to raids.

A war, on the other hand, involves Goblins going after the tribes themselves. Villages burn, civilians die, heroes are truly born. Hopefully it doesn't come to that...but if it does, Bok is ready to take advantage.

"Well, lads," he said. "I'm ready to raid." He grinned, holding Basher in both hands.