You know that one youth you attended studiorum with who always talked about the coolest plays, wore robes featuring that summer's hottest lutenist, and bragged about all the maids he sarded when he was captain of the shinty team? Then you found out that he got all that stuff from his older brother, and had never seen the plays, couldn't tell a lute from a timbrel, and had never once even played shinty? That is goblins in a nutshell. Every last weapon, scrap of armor, banner and tunic is just pilfered from the adventurers they've looted and murdered. They keep it in enormous underground armories (a charitable way of referring to a pile of stuff in a cave) and outfit themselves with whatever they think makes them look like they know what they're doing. They have no culture, no strategy, and no ethos. They do still have my mothersarding hat, though!!
