Well, this is awkward, here I am standing in front of two surprised goblins, speaking my own version of angry monster gibberish, trying but failing them to get them to understand me. At the very least they didn’t immediately attack me, nor are they being very aggressive with me. In fact, the goblin who was constantly repeating “Goblin...Leave” actually seems happy to see me. Maybe all goblins are actually all friendly to each other? Green is the color of power haha! Now everything would be great and dandy if we could actually communicate! We’ve been going back and forth for a while now! I don't even know what I’m trying to tell them anymore!!

Jaba is the strongest goblin in his small tribe of around twenty goblins, and with the goblins valuing power above all else, he is also essentially the leader of his small tribe of goblins. So when he heard of all the noise coming from one of the cavern exits from the tribe while doing a patrol, he quickly made his way over. Once he reached the exit, he found two younger goblins that he was familiar with and one goblin who was thought to be missing for over a week and even assumed to be dead.

After a couple more seconds annoyingly passed with me trying to communicate with these goblins to no avail, I then saw a slightly bigger goblin approaching us from a distance, the signature potbelly that I expected him to have seemed a lot smaller on him, and his skin looked a lot more vibrant than ours, is he a maybe a sort of evolved goblin maybe?? Is this something I can look forward to becoming?? Ah, the path is clear, or should I say green! Er erm... Back to the matter at hand, maybe I can try talking to this goblin? I still lack the ability to talk, but maybe he can understand the general idea of my gibberish like how I do with them?

Jaba made his way over to the three goblins, and when he got close enough he put his hand up indicating for them to be quiet. He knew that all the goblins weaker than himself couldn’t communicate with each other, but they could understand him, and he could understand them. He didn’t know how this worked, but it didn’t matter to him.

“What’s...going...on?” said Jaba

“Goblin...return,” said one of the goblins that Jaba was familiar with. While the other one he was familiar with just stayed silent. It was then that the missing goblin gave Jaba a surprise.

“Ah yes, my fellow green one, are you in charge here? I’ve just returned to be with my brethren, though I don’t have any memories of when I used to be here,” said Rick, who turned out to be a missing goblin from the tribe.

Jaba was very shocked at how many words the goblin said. He was sure that this goblin was weaker than him, so how can he talk so much better than him? Does that mean he is stronger? Is he going to challenge him to be the new leader? It was these thoughts that kept running through Jaba’s mind as he answered the returned goblin.

“Jaba...leader...you...weaker,” said Jaba, with a sort of questioning gaze.

“So your name’s Jaba? Nice to meet you, leader, I’m Rick, and sorry to make a request so soon, but is there any way you can help me with some food? A goblin is starving here.”Quickly responded Rick.

Again, Jaba was shocked, the strange goblin who called himself Rick didn’t issue a challenge to be leader, instead, he asked for food. Although this was surprising for Jaba, he was a simple goblin. If this goblin accepted him as the leader, then it was his job to take care of him.

“Come...village...food,” said Jaba as he walked away without really waiting for a response from any of the three goblins.

Yessir! I MET A GOBLIN WHO CAN UNDERSTAND ME!! This is great, I was getting really tired of talking to these two bricks. I’ll never discriminate against my fellow goblins, but dammit I don’t think I can put up with trying to talk to walls for another second. Either way I made real progress here, this goblin by the name of Jaba, seems to be some sort of leader and he agreed to point me towards some food back at his village it seems. Wait, isn’t this gonna be my village as well? My very own goblin home with my fellow gang green members, is this what it feels like for a child to be adopted? Hopefully, there's a lot of us, and many more goblins who can communicate as Jaba could. Jaba also mentioned I was weak for some reason, I wonder why. Could this be one of those things where strength means everything? I guess that makes sense considering we're monsters after all. Ah! Jaba’s leaving, so I quickly followed behind, while noticing the two bricks I was talking to before didn’t follow us but stayed behind. Are they guarding the exit? There was nothing in the cavern though? Guess maybe I can ask Jaba about that later, let's just focus on eating for now. Can’t put my best foot forward for goblin kind on an empty stomach now, can I. With that being said, what does a typical goblin eat? In the books I read in my past life, I think for the most part it was just raw meat for the most part...sigh...I don’t think I’m looking forward to my next meal. Well, what did I expect? I’m a goblin after all. Seeing that there’s nothing I can do about it, let's just assume the worst and maybe they’ll surprise me with fillet mignon or something. I know that's a longshot by all means, but can’t a goblin dream? Either way, I’ll eat anything at this point, which makes me wonder why it's taking so long to get there and why this tunnel is so long. Before I could decide whether to ask Jaba how far we were, I finally saw the opening and we walked out into another open cavern similar to the one I found myself in. Now my future home is in full view.

What the hell is this.