Vos smiled as he watched the elder smith shoot down the advances of the young Siwa, wondering if he was so earnest about a mating when he was her age. With one last chuckle, Vos made his way out of the doorway of the forge and back into the larger village.

Once again the glare of the the sun aggravated his inebriated head as he made his way toward the Shaman’s hut. Perhaps the Shaman had a tincture or herb that could help with the pounding of his head. Vos hoped so as he approached the large hut that was covered in bones and relics.

Before Vos could even knock on the door, a thin elderly goblin emerged from it, “What do you want?”

Vos was initially confused at who this was, his mind still murky from the wine. However, after a few seconds he placed a name to the face. This was Tiglib, assistant to the village Shaman.

“Tiglib. Is the Shaman in?” Vos asked.

“No, not in. Gone to meet with Shaman of the goblins west of here.” Tiglib stated.

Vos sighed. With those kind of meetings, the Shaman could be gone for several days. How was Vos supposed to learn from him if he was never here. Vos gave a half-hearted smile to the elder goblin.

“Well let me know when he gets back.”

Tiglib nodded, then retreated back into the hut. Vos turned back toward the village, formulating a plan on what to do with the rest of the day. He figured that he was too hungover to go hunt, so perhaps staying in the village would be the best choice.

Vos decided to head for the centre of the village, where the warriors too old to hunt congregated. Vos entered the group and proceeded to make small talk and then shared stories of battles past. That was good enough for about an hour before the older goblins ran out of interesting stories. Vos politely excused himself from the conversation and went back to his hut. He decided that since today was a write off he would just sleep the rest of the day.

Once back in his hut, Vos quickly fell asleep on the ground. Next thing he knew, it was nighttime, and he had to take a piss. Vos got up and left his tent so that he could go and relieve himself. However, as he was doing so, he heard shouts coming from the outskirts of the village.

Shouting an expletive, Vos rushed to grab his axe from his hut, unsure if the village was being attacked. With the speed of a warrior several years younger than he was, Vos made his way to the edge of the settlement. There he saw the collapsed body of a fellow warrior. With a much clearer mind now, Vos immediately recognized him as Griz.

“What happened?” Vos asked one of the goblins gathered around the downed goblin.