[@Searat][@Aristocles] 

Ashe smiled at Breden's apparent foolishness, he didn't know how humans work at all. A fertile terrain is good but means nothing if you cannot defend it against invaders which are better equipped and better trained than any goblin ever.
"[Color=silver] The shaman is wise, but, he never lived between humans. He doesn't know that greed is everything and anything that motives most of them.
A fertile terrain is useless if no one knows how to tend it properly or if a orc war party finds it. 
Gold would make the humans protect us against whatever we cannot. Not due to our combat skills, but, due to our nature. [/Color]" her voice was low and dark, soon she closed her mouth and looked for a minute into the horizon.


A few minutes later the vial was in flames and thrown towards the middle of the clearing, Ashe was watching with interest. Every leaf, every blade of grass and every sound that her goblin ears could pick up.

Midway through the throw, the vial exploded. Launching tiny spikes in every direction and an area of around 5 meter was covered spikes, all smoking from one end and each of them still burning slightly.
The problem was, some of them were pointed towards where Breden and Ashe were standing. As soon as the explosion triggered, Ashe jumped on Breden pushing him to the ground in a tumble. 

Soon after the smoke was gone and Ashe realized that she was still on top of Breden. Quickly standing up, she brushed whatever dirt and ashes were on her clothes. A small trickle of blood could be seen on her hand but she simply ignored it.
Her face was nothing as what one would expect, she was excited. 

'[color=silver] By all the great alchemists! That was great! A bit too much powder and the fuse was clearly too short.
Griz! Tell me, how far? How long was the flight? Tell me everything you could see! [/Color]"