"Why are we still here, goblins? Just to suffer? Every night, I can feel my axe... and my armor... even my hat. The loot I've lost... the comrades I've lost... won't stop hurting... It's like they're all still there. You feel it too, don't you? I'm the Goblin, and I'm stuck here fighting for scraps, sent on missions by people I don't know, doing work that doesn't matter. All for what? A few measly gold coins? I sometimes ask myself if it's all worth it. But then I remember the thrill of battle, the rush of victory, the spoils of war. And I know that as long as there are goblins to be slain and treasure to be claimed, I'll keep fighting. So why are we still here? Because we're goblins, damn it. And we were born to fight."