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"Let's go then. I have no idea which tribe we might be dealing with. There's several of them, and we don't really get along with any of them" Breden explained, trying to calm himself more than to tell the others what they likely already knew. "A-anyone think it's the Rockbiters? The Mountain Tribe? Maybe the Blue Feet?" Their own tribe was known as the "forest tribe" or the "forest goblins." Unlike most races, goblins didn't take much stock in naming their settlements or tribes, and generally accepted names given to them by outsiders, who usually based the names on what the goblins looked like or where they lived. 

A couple of hours later saw none of those tribes infringing on their territory, but they still had a long way to go. "So, Griz. Do you know much about our rivals? I heard you fought the Mountain tribe a long time ago. Is it true that they have gray skin?" Most goblins were green, so a tribe of another color couldn't help but to stand out. Breden looked up at the sky. He could tell that they had been walking for a while. Such a trip would have been hard on his feet as little as three or four months ago, but he could barely feel it. Then again, they had been marching over mostly soft grass, not the harsher forest they would have to enter soon to continue the patrol.