Several goblins paused to stare warily, but kept quiet for the time being. Many held worn, old picks but none seemed to try and threaten him with it. They were weak, worn down, and not able to really put up a fight it seemed. There was no guard present there, but the reason for that became apparent as he went closer to them all. Each goblin was chained to<em>something.</em>In a few cases, to a number of<em>dead goblins</em>.<br/><br/>The boy looked up at Marric and spoke up. "Are you a hero?" Hesitating a moment he then continued. "We are told to dig, those who find stones and do their work get to eat. The red ones kill any that act up." He said warily.<br/><br/>The goblins present carried blue tattoos. Green tattoos. One had black, another had white markings on their skin. Blue and green were most numerous. "I understand a little after being held with goblins a while already. There are two goblin tribes in this area, the 'greens and blues' I guess, and the reds are new here. Reds brought the black and white with them, from elsewhere." The boy shrug after that, looking around.<br/><br/>From the looks of it, the room only had male goblins in it, at that. And on that note, she caught at least a<em>couple</em>staring at her ass with toothy grins on their faces. Though those that did, were in chains that wouldn't let them reach all the way to her. At the middle of the room, she could count a total of 14 goblins, and 6 dead goblins scattered about.