Zaza looked happy when she acknowledged Blackbird's appreciation. She clearly tried her best to understand Vyx's story with eyebrows furrowing. "Glhmuur careful not anger bear. Zaza hope you like it here. If Glhmuur can let other Arkaanns visit not Zaza decision. We talk more inside," she told Vyx, nodding at Blackbird again, "We tell history of goblin and we happy to hear Arkaanns history. Please come."<br/><br/>The main gate of the town was big enough for everyone - it had been made with the taller servants' measurements in mind. There was that bigger building that the party had spotted from air. It was much like rest of the buildings in design. The walls were smoothed clay shaped round towards the top. Little wooden hatches served as doors and windows, though strangely enough that one big building had a much larger main door and several smaller entrances as well. From within muffled sounds shouts and screams could be heard. "That where Rutz are kept," Zana commented. The rest of Glhmuur was quite a sight from ground level. It was as life was depicted to have been thousands of years ago before Arcanz and rest of the already gone Magitek empire. Those little round huts were tiny with maybe a few rooms per family. They had crude wooden ovens shaped from stone and clay puffing up smoke. At some point the village must have ran out of space, but didn't want to spread further since on top of the original layer of clay ball houses rose another, and another layer going past even the taller humanoid's eye level. Rope bridges hung here and there.<br/><br/>Now that the party was accompanied by a small entourage of goblin leaders and their armed guards the others got braver too. Dozens of curious people came out and began following the group, speaking in excited tones. The group could see a glimpse of that strange relic from magitec era with its core still burning hot between the buildings, but the goblins seemed eager to lead them on. In no time at all they arrived at the center. There Zana led everyone to a dome thirty meter in diameter and at least half as tall with a tiny four feet tall door on the side. Another goblin rushed to open it and spouted something in goblin. The goblin chief and other important looking green skins looked at the party. Zana spoke, "Oh... Zana sorry. Please quest enter.<br/><br/>Inside was a cozy little atmosphere. The space was mostly dark with few shafts of light painting white spots on the dirt. A large flat stone rested in the middle. Around it had been laid out several rugs, skins and furs to sit on. The walls were decorated with bones, skulls and queer tribal artifacts as well as some oddly modern looking pieces of equipment. The goblins leaders followed after, Zana behind them. All the guards were left outside. The chief said something to Zana who nodded and translated, "Welcome to hall of Gbruh. This where chief and every chief before chief and other leader come together. Table very important to Glhmuur. Only goblin sit here before. Be honored." She looked a bit guilty for adding that last part. The girl continued translating the chief's speech, "Food and drink come soon. We want know few thing. We never see other than Kruuaaaah! or Blleee be big and fly before over Glhmuur. We understand magic. Maybe we can learn if ship fly with magic. Glhmuur need way to travel fast. Jungle dangerous. Glhmuur can never to sea and beach dangerous too. Maybe Arkaanns trade ship or fly magic to Glhmuur magic? We good with mind. We... " Zana hesitated. "...We give Arkaanns way to make people like Glhmuur guard in exchange. It very easy, but big secret. Fair trade, but no worry. Maybe food first and then think and talk more."<br/><br/>The goblins waited and watched the party anxiously. One of them said something to chief and Zana saw her opportunity to whisper to Ratwarden, "Sorry. Zana try give history, but chief want talk trade. Hope it okay. Zana promise later will show the paint caves."