Scratching his beard, and looking at the other guys "why are we stopping? Surely if they are with the guardian they wouldnt harm us. Anyway, we are looking for goblins not humans.." 

"I don't know. This would be much easier if we could actually see who we're speaking too."

Yelling at the bushes "Hey! Show yourselves! We dont have time for this!"

Baxthon is annoyed at this nonsense.

A head pokes out of the bushes. ''Oh! Its just people, guys you can come out.'' He stands up, then his two human friends stand up out of the bushes as well. ''You gave us quite a fright there, thought you where goblins. Say, what are you doing in the forest anyway?''

"We're hunting goblins. The blacksmith hired us to get their weapons and armor and bring them back so that he can use the metal for other projects."

"We are hunting for goblins so we could sell there equipment to the blacksmith, however we haven't any luck so far."

"3 humans hiding in the wilderness.." Baxthon grabs some leaves from a nearby bush and roll them in his hands. 

"They should know there are goblins out here.. why are they here?"

''Hunting goblins? Good luck then, we just came from their camp, they took one of us as a prisonner.''

"Can you point us towards the camp?"

''Its further along that way.'' He says, visibly surprised to see someone who wants to go there. He points towards the direction you were already going in.

"And what were you doing at their camp?"

One of his companions answers this one. ''We are scouts, sent to gather information on the goblins.''

"Perhaps this is a good thing, running into you all. What information have you gathered on them that you could share with us before we stumble into their camp?"

"Perhaps.. Maybe not scouting advise.. i mean.. they got caught.." Baxthon is looking at his fellow friends. Surely they would not leave him if he got caught.. As Baxthon has no memory of what a goblin looks like, he has a hard time figuring out if these so called scouts are either incompetent or out of their depth.

The camp up ahead is very dangerous, it is defended by war machines they built. The goblins on this island are very advanced, much more than the small camps on the mainland. 2 sets of two goblins patrol around the camp. If you are seen, you don't stand a chance against them, so focus on getting out of there.

"War, machine?....." Fang knows war, but machine is new to him. He ends up just imagining a dog pile of people punching each other.

".....sounds fun!" He grins, "So we just need to beat up a few of them goblin guys, right?"

"Fang, this is serious. We were barely able to deal with two goblins, a whole camp of them would be more than we can handle. Especially if they have war machines. I think that we should go back and warn the villagers, maybe even tell the Guardian."

"I wonder how long your friend will last, now that you have abandoned him.."

Baxthon looks at Fang with a smile. "Well.. Machine is in essense another word for a device or something mechanical. Something with moving parts. Much like.. eh.." Baxthon comes to a stop. "It seems my memory, cant find an example at the moment.. Nevertheless i assume you know the word War? So a war machine is some kind of apparatus used in war.. Id much like to see one."

Baxthon scratches his beard and looks annoyed. "I cant remember anything about goblins, but something tells me that a war machine seems pretty advanced for a lesser race og inbreds."

"A war machine is a really big weapon. I'd rather not see it if I'm being honest and if these goblins are building one, then we should turn around and warn the villagers."

The three men are running back towards the village