As the goblins talk, they offer you their bread, cheese and mead.
"Dey calls me Findzs, coz dats wot I does, see," says the goblin. "An dis is me mate Follerz, he goes evvrywhere wiv me e does. Coz we nows wots good for us! Yoo'll not find a gobbo out on is own in dese woods, or anywheres else for dat matter. Well, except for Lix, coz she dunt seem to unnerstand de dangers owt dere. I tells yoo dis, ambassadooreal imoonitee dont exist, so i dont ritelee no why she goes off on er own alf de time!"
"So wot iz it yoos is wantin to know den?" asks Follerz as Findzs pauses to shove bread and cheese into his mouth. "Weez know all about da gobbo horde an wot dey does, even tho we spend all are time here in dis forrest."
Spraying breadcrumbs, Findzs interrupts. "Dey iz obveeussly gonna wanna no bowt de gobbos in da horde, hoo dey are, what dey do and were dey go and why. Weez can tell yoo alla dat, an more, bowt are mates and enemies an stuff. Tho iffen yoos is wantin to ere storeez about wot dey as done, yool ave to go ask Wittaz. She knows alla da storees of da horde. So wot'll it be?"