They keep demanding a worthless quail bone bracelet, menacing with spikes of dolomite, and I hold my ground.
The furnaces with course with the metal of their armor, as the rivers run with their goblin blood... and hallways because DF is weird with water pollutants.
'Tis a rare sight to behold a lonesome goblin in an inn, they usually visit those fashionable watering holes with their party to indulge in bacchanal and generally will not be interested in a drunken orb ponderer