Glumb was large headed even for a goblin. There simply wasn't big enough helmet for him, so he wore a hood his aunt made for him. Big green eyes gleamed in the darkness, which is why often teased him to be half-bugbear. Borlg, chief ladle dipper, never gave Glumb noogies or flicks, like he did torment other goblins from the company. Since orc officers didn't understand the concept of compassion, many were wondering if there is truth to rumors that Glumb was indeed half-bugbear. Bugbears were, after all, such sturdy and gritty warriors worth of fighting along black orcs. Others were ready to wage their portion of human-flesh that Glumb's eyes, other than being big and bulbous, were useful for more than simply being a butt of all jokes in the company. Therefore Piragh and Bugar accepted without customary goblinoid jealousy that chief ladle dipper Borlg decided to go scouting with Glumb and that witch Lerah.
Everyone, of course, was afraid of the big orc, but they weren't shy of mocking him behind his back and slacking off whenever possible. Glumb didn't quite understand. He liked Borlg. He was so brave and strong. Large headed goblin dreamed of having so hairy and muscular arms like Borlg had.
Trio climbed the hill and observed humans in the valley. Even Glumb couldn't make out what they were doing. Whatever it was, there was a lot of plumes of dust and they milled about like ants at the anthill.
"What is that, mister chief ladle dipper, sir?" asked Glumb, unafraid in his simple mindedness that he will get whacked across his lips for talking while on the scouting mission.
Lerah smiled and laid her warm hand on Glumb's shoulder.
Chief ladle dipper was silent for a few moments, stroking his beard and ornately braided mustache decorated with human knuckle bones.
"They are building a road", mumbled Borlg.
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