The goblin girl nuzzled into his chest and wiggled her ears as Chatak patted her head. When Patches came over to lick his master's cheek, the girl laughed and pulled the hyena into a group hug.
Melvin's remark earned Chatak's attention. "What you saying Guardman? You really not realize? Chatak flattered." Chatak pulled off his hood, revealing the characteristic green features of a goblin.
Melvin gasped. "You're a goblin? Holy shitstorm in a loo!"
"Now, we find caught humans. Chatak think it about time we go save them, yes?"
Melvin grinned abashedly and scratched his head. "Yeah, it's about time we did that."
"Rescuest thou strangers whilst thy friends call thee 'you?' Let us first exchange names. Mine is Shaktak. My female companion here possesseth no name yet. What is thine, O human guardman?"
"Uh, Melvin. Of Charlsbury."
"Splendid, my good fellow! I shall promptly forget thy name henceforth! Makest thou sure to remind me every once in a while, yes?"
"You got it, bud. Now, about the prisoners. I have no idea where they are."
As they spoke, a goblin death-knight rounded the corner and stared at them. Melvin started to back away. "Uh oh. I think we've been had," he muttered. The goblin stepped closer, but instead of accosting them, he approached Shaktak and declared, "Speak Common too? Me speak Common! Brothers in Common-Speak!" He put out his fist, and Shaktak gave him a fistbump.
"Well-met and a fine afternoon to you, good sir! Didst thou learn under Professor Tiltorius also?"
"Yes! Me learn with Tiltorius. Good teach. Hard, crazy, but good! Me learn lots."
"Agreed. What style didst he compel in thee?"
The goblin knight cleared his throat and replied, "Yo dude zat is vicked sick!"
Shaktak roared with laughter. "I love it! Truly thou shouldst use it more often!"
The two bantered for a bit while the others looked on awkwardly. At length, Shaktak asked, "Dost thou practice with the human captives?"
"Eh. Me try. Humies spit. But me learn many humie curses! Common word 'fuk.' Mudderfukr, fukinshit, fukr, yoofuk. You know meaning?"
Shaktak scratched his head and chuckled. "I believe 'fuck' refers to human reproduction."
The goblin recoiled in horror. "Ew! Blegh! They not wrong, but...me no understand brothers' fetish for humies. Thank Queen forbid it."
"I do not understand it either. Absolutely disgusting. Do you have to interrogate them?"
"Queen try recruit them. Some join. Most spit. Spitty humies caged back there." He jabbed his thumb at a small tower structure next to the Sealed Tower.
"I see! Wouldst there be any trouble were I to speak with them?"
The goblin shrugged. "You try recruit humies. Me wipe spit. Bath that way."
The goblins fist-bumped and parted ways. Shaktak turned to Chatak and said, "Thou heardst him. To the prison we go!"
Melvin's remark earned Chatak's attention. "What you saying Guardman? You really not realize? Chatak flattered." Chatak pulled off his hood, revealing the characteristic green features of a goblin.
Melvin gasped. "You're a goblin? Holy shitstorm in a loo!"
"Now, we find caught humans. Chatak think it about time we go save them, yes?"
Melvin grinned abashedly and scratched his head. "Yeah, it's about time we did that."
"Rescuest thou strangers whilst thy friends call thee 'you?' Let us first exchange names. Mine is Shaktak. My female companion here possesseth no name yet. What is thine, O human guardman?"
"Uh, Melvin. Of Charlsbury."
"Splendid, my good fellow! I shall promptly forget thy name henceforth! Makest thou sure to remind me every once in a while, yes?"
"You got it, bud. Now, about the prisoners. I have no idea where they are."
As they spoke, a goblin death-knight rounded the corner and stared at them. Melvin started to back away. "Uh oh. I think we've been had," he muttered. The goblin stepped closer, but instead of accosting them, he approached Shaktak and declared, "Speak Common too? Me speak Common! Brothers in Common-Speak!" He put out his fist, and Shaktak gave him a fistbump.
"Well-met and a fine afternoon to you, good sir! Didst thou learn under Professor Tiltorius also?"
"Yes! Me learn with Tiltorius. Good teach. Hard, crazy, but good! Me learn lots."
"Agreed. What style didst he compel in thee?"
The goblin knight cleared his throat and replied, "Yo dude zat is vicked sick!"
Shaktak roared with laughter. "I love it! Truly thou shouldst use it more often!"
The two bantered for a bit while the others looked on awkwardly. At length, Shaktak asked, "Dost thou practice with the human captives?"
"Eh. Me try. Humies spit. But me learn many humie curses! Common word 'fuk.' Mudderfukr, fukinshit, fukr, yoofuk. You know meaning?"
Shaktak scratched his head and chuckled. "I believe 'fuck' refers to human reproduction."
The goblin recoiled in horror. "Ew! Blegh! They not wrong, but...me no understand brothers' fetish for humies. Thank Queen forbid it."
"I do not understand it either. Absolutely disgusting. Do you have to interrogate them?"
"Queen try recruit them. Some join. Most spit. Spitty humies caged back there." He jabbed his thumb at a small tower structure next to the Sealed Tower.
"I see! Wouldst there be any trouble were I to speak with them?"
The goblin shrugged. "You try recruit humies. Me wipe spit. Bath that way."
The goblins fist-bumped and parted ways. Shaktak turned to Chatak and said, "Thou heardst him. To the prison we go!"