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[color=72C515]["It was passable."][/color] Chatak said as Shaktak joined him. [color=72C515]["To achieve my goals, I'll need to be a lot better than that."][/color]

He turned to the other goblin, Kolgat, and nodded.

[color=72C515]["Anyone you can spare. Smiths, architects, stone masons, we could use anything and everything. I understand that the Witch may be wary of parting with them, but in a way, this supports her end goal as well. She requires a strong nation to fight the Voidspawn, and with these craftsmen, I will be able to continue working towards that end."][/color]

It was unfortunate that he never actually got to speak to any of the humans whose freedom he'd negotiated, hoping that maybe they'd be grateful enough to consider joining him, but he supposed this wasn't so bad either. At least they were free, and it looked like he was still going to get some good workers out of it in the end too! Still, it would've been nice to get some human craftsmen as well, if for no other reason than to finally actually make his goal of a community where monsters and humans work together more than just words and wishful thinking.

[color=72C515]["Also, can any of them read maps well?"][/color] He asked as an afterthought. [color=72C515]["Because my companions and I may not be able to return to our village just yet, so they may need to make their way on their own."][/color]
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Kolgat bowed his head and fell silent.

And there they waited. And waited. Then a quiet rumbling sound came from the goblin's nostrils. Shaktak leaned over to look in his face.

"Lo, he sleepeth." Shaktak lightly slapped the goblin on the cheek, rousing him with a loud snort.
["Hm? What? Oh, yes, yes, we have some artisans to spare."]
"Whom canst thou spare?"
["I could have told you if you hadn't interrupted my thinking."]
Shaktak narrowed his eyes. "Thine eyes were shut and thy nostrils sang of slumber."
"Moss trolls sang of summer?"
"Nostrils sang of slumber. [Your nose sang of sleep.]"
["Ah. That is how I cogitate. Please do not interrupt me again like that."]
Shaktak waved his hand with a roll of his eyes. "Continue."
Kolgat sniffed offendedly and continued. ["We can spare a couple blacksmiths, a civil engineer, and a team of old soldiers with good masonry skills. Since Her Majesty mandated we treat you as a friend, we will lend them to you free of charge. You may return them when you have finished whatever it is you are building and have trained their successors. Will that work for you?"]