The information gleaned from the goblin is less than impressive.  It does not speak common and barely even speaks its own language, but a couple of the soldiers stationed here speak it well enough to question the creature; a process that would be fairly useless were Lord Maestri not probing its mind for the myriad memories the interrogation brings to the surface.<br/><br/>He wandered from Agnis and into the wasteland where he flocked to the strongest leader he could find (and that would have him) a few months ago, and is now living in the giant's southern camp with the rest of the goblins.  Most goblins- save the few scant gifted with magic- are the lowest of the low, insignificant creatures among the horde, generally used for scouting and scrounging, though goblins who make mistakes or anger the larger creatures tend to be a secondary food source.  This thing is of little use, even as a pawn.<br/><br/>When asked of its master, they manage to get a name; Grond.  And with it, visions of a massive, beastly figure always hidden under a mountain of armor.  The creature doesn't seem to see the master in person very often, as he usually deals with the orders of ogres and trolls instead, and what memories he does have are clearly distorted by fear and awe, but one stands out as factually accurate.  One of Grond crushing a troll's skull with a single hand for displeasing him, his hand ablaze, cauterizing the wound.  This is actually one of his fondest memories; the troll was then tossed to the goblins, and this one was swift enough to get some of the choicest meat.