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The Scribblings of Buzong Bootcleans, Goblin of Nist Akath
Spring has finally arrived. Having lived with the dwarves for sometime, I find myself sharing their relief from the winter cold.
Not least because of my shameful nudity.
Now that I finally find myself with pen and paper, I believe I should chronicle my time with the dwarves.
From the outset, I have busied myself performing odd jobs, and largely offering the same boot-cleaning service I did to my kin back home.
Here, however, I don't have to endure the vicious batterings of the less intelligent, and more violent, members of my kind.
It is something of a reprieve, I must admit.
I have been often employed by a dwarf known as BurnedToast. Despite having the most pathetic accommodations I have seen in my life, he's a dwarf of some import. They mayor apparently continues to tell him that new commodes are on the way.
He's been getting that line for about 25 years.
I've been following him around this vast complex, and even after all my time here, I find myself frequently lost in the maze-like outer reaches.
For this reason I try to stick close to the more populated regions.
The mayor is an interesting character. In my time here he has brutally slaughtered his superiors, apparently continuing a trend he began before I arrived, and crushed a fearsome hydra with his bare hands in the process.
There's a fierce loyalty to the dwarf, but I've noticed hushed conversations full of worry about what the king will think of this.
They worry who he will send next.
With a dwarf like that leading them, I can scarcely understand their worry. Had the goblins a leader of his strength, surely this fortress would have fallen long ago.
The Captain maintains his status as the one dwarf whose boots I have never cleaned. Why, even his woman's boots have felt the fearsome touch of my polishing rag!
Perhaps before the year is out! I remain optimistic!
- Buzong Stokkoustu