So far: the power of the new metal has been too strong. Once they find an alloy that can control us without paralysing us, our enslavement will begin.
But how about you, Yawzha? Aren't you a goblin?
I am... I'm not from this tribe, though. I was sent here to be a brood-mother. But these goblins no longer honour the exchange...
You exchange reeding stock? That's... ew!
Finbar! Now is not the time to be judgmental!
Between you and me... it's like they've renounced their old god and taken on a new, alien one...
Tum-tum-tummm...
Hey! No laugh! It best explanation us have!

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