Goblins always had the reputation of being bad, mischievous, vile and evil creature in folklore and legends. Which is the reason why in many stories they are depicted as such. Even in the stories that Yakeru had written in his past life. They would murder or kidnap people, raid homes and settlements or be a general nuisance to the hero and his party and if someone would ask why they did it, the natural reply would be because they were evil. No one really looked beyond that point of view. Hearing the words of Chatak, would you think or believe that this was all a big misconception of an entire race of mo...creatures? It had certainly not helped being woken up to an entire army of goblins, killing people left and right. Yakeru could understand that being bullied, hunted and killed for sport for generation was enough to fuel the anger of the goblins. Enough to rise up against the humans who had treated them like this but it was not a solid reason to start killing innocents. 

An eye for an eye should not be the way it should go but then again isn't that what Yakeru had just done?

All of them had killed goblins but that was out of self-defence. He on the other hand had, after they had gotten safe passage out of the city, returned and slaughtered every goblin on his path until he had reached this point, meaning he was no better than the humans who treated the goblins as such.
Chatak's speech and Mackensie's look and words had put an everlasting impression on him, making the feeling that he had been wrong even stronger. 

The soft touch of her hand on his shoulder felt strangely soothing. He took a deep breath and relaxed, turning his head towards her and with a slight smile, gave her a grateful nod.

This Chatak had certainly a gifted tongue. If his words were true and if there were more goblins just like Chatak, then perhaps all hope was not yet lost for this world. It seemed that this goblin was more than meets the eye. Just like Jared, the hulking knight, Dexter the demon boy and even mister Avant. This world, its inhabitants and lore seemed to be more than meets the eye. Yakeru knew too little of it yet to fully understand what was going on yet he was intent to find it all out. Maybe he would find out there was a deeper meaning behind all this.

“Very well.” Yakeru bowed his head to Chatak before turning on his heels and following Mackensie down the road. He could sense they were being watched and not only by Chatak. It was [i]her[/i] presence, somewhere close by though still he kept walking, trying to ignore it.

Robert and Dexter were waiting for them and though it seemed that Robert was remaining his calm composure, the tone in his voice revealed annoyance. This was not over, Yakeru understood. 

[I]Great...[/i]

So far all his actions had led him to getting scolded. Not how it should have been in a story or a fairy tale. It made him think that he should stop acting as if he was in one, no matter how fantastic this world was, and react more rationally. 

The group, together with the refugees and prisoners, had grown into a small army though the prisoners who appeared to be all soldiers would probably move on soon. There were some wounded among them though but Yakeru was certain they would get help in the nearby village.