Grolik had no intention of staying in this fancy castle. Not that he minded the finer things in life, such as the barrel of wine one of the orcs was carrying, or the several pounds of meat and cheese he had just eaten, likely to the disgust of the others seated around him. No, the castle didnt feel safe to him. Something was comforting when he was surrounded by several thousand of his kin, and he was sure lancelot would not want a small horde making a mess of his fancy halls. So, He instructed one of his Orcs to let this 'companion' know that Grolik was going to stay at his fort that was being constructed a couple miles away. 

He eyed each of the other knights. They where intresting... creatures, but he had no interest in them. He was a mighty warlord in his own right, he did not need their help to pillage and burn whatever lands he liked. Once his lands where secure no one nation could stand in his path for long. His tanks took shape faster than they exploded, his zeppelins where nearly unchallenged in the skies. no, city had halted his expansion. he hated being reduced to some dog at Lancelot's beck and call. It would not matter long, he was sure.

Lancelot was an alliance of convenience. He would help the goblin nation grow and become rich, and satisfy their warmongering for a time. But The goblins would inherit this world from man. The shamans told him so. Once the whole of the world was in ruin the goblins would rise and take it. Lancelot would fall, the dragons would fall. Goblins would be the rulers of the world. Grolik was certain of it. and he would be the high king of the goblins for all time, because if he was going to build this world he would be the Immortal king of it. 

He left the feast without ceremony and took his great spider back to his fort that was growing quickly. Several thousand goblins felling trees and building a stout wooden fort was a smiple task for simple creatures.