The rattle of iron wakes Gob. He tries to look around but the light blinds him. He isn't used to being outside, as he cowers below the sunlight.

"He's awake!" A grovelly voice shouts, "Get the tarp!"

Before Gob knows it he's back in darkness,

"Dark good" he thinks "Light bad" as he lays back down in his cage contemplating his life.

Gob is a unique goblin, the first of his kind entitled the 'Slave Goblin' as he was specifically bred from captives to be subservient to humans. He's currently being transported to Mynydd, a mountainous capital where the Emperor rules over his lands. The group transporting him are made up of mercenaries, knights, and nobles' sons. Gob is currently only 2 weeks old, but goblins mature much faster than any other creature, so fast that killing the goblin queen that births them would make anyone a noble immediately. But Gob is a rare case, bred in captivity, only knowing pain from birth. His obedience is built in as instinct.

"Halt!" Gob hears an almost cowardly voice shout "Blocked road!"

The carriage immediately halts, rolling Gob over. He hears several footsteps go from the back of the cart to the front, and start mumbling to each other.

"We have to turn around and find another path" says the cowards voice " There's no way forward!"

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"Like hell we're turning back," the grovelled voice returns "We're almost there, just dig our way through."

"We're under direct orders to take the safest route possible!"

"I don't follow your orders, squire! I'm just payed to protect you lot"

"Now you listen here, you brute!" the cowardly voice stiffens a bit "You're being paid by my father, in turn you listen to me!"

"Ah, daddy come to save his little boy is it?"

Some of the other men start chuckling a bit, Gob hears some heavy footsteps shuffling.

"I'm- I'm- I'm a man on my own!" the coward shouts, trying to sound more macho only to undercut himself with a voice crack at the end. The other men start laughing loudly, Gob even hears some of them fall to the floor.

"You're a man on your own eh? How about you show us then?" The grovelled voice returns, almost stifling a laugh. "Touch the goblin."

The moment he finishes his sentence, the laughs stop. A silence is dropped and is almost deafening to Gob. He hears some shuffling about, as the men pick themselves up and wait for a response.

"Fine!" the coward shouts, almost crying "I will!"

Gob hears some footsteps getting louder as the mercs shuffle to let him through, and suddenly Gob is bathed in sunlight. The coward shrieks as he sees Gob for the first time. About 3 feet tall, pale green skin with warts all over his body. Very skinny limbs, but his chest and stomach are plump. His face has a huge hooked nose, and his teeth all razor sharp. His eyes almost pure-black trying to adjust to the sunlight. Gob tries to raise his arms to cover his eyes from the light, but are slammed back down by the iron chains.

"Too scared are ya?" The grovelled voice returns, much closer "He's locked up tight little boy, give him a poke."

"I ain't scared" the coward retaliates "I was just, surprised, okay!"

Gob hears a sudden rattle, before a loud THUNK as his cage is unlocked. Gob continues to keep his eyes closed, his instincts telling him to not react, trying to keep the light at bay.