The group were herded forward until they were stopped in front of a large, gruesome looking throne that appeared to be made out of bones of some sort. A large, fat goblin sat upon it, glowering at them through bulging eyes as he demanded loudly.
"Who would dare be so bold to come armed into my domain?!"
"Dwarves, your Malevolence." wheezed one of the goblin subjects. 
"Dwarves?!" the goblin king repeated, seeming even more surprised to hear the answer. "What are you doing in these parts? Speak!"

None of the dwarves uttered a word, exchanging wary glances as they shuffled their feet uncomfortably. They had been caught completely off guard and didn't know what to do with themselves.