Other goblins pester me with questions: “Chief, what’s your cunning? How do you manage to get everything done?”
But there’s no cunning at all. It’s all simple—I don’t manage to get anything done. And, conveniently, I’m not late anywhere. But soon everything may go wrong again: a possible alliance with the orcs is on the horizon, some unknown enemy might crawl out of the dungeons, the yellowbellies will surely want retribution... I have no idea which way Zeus’s whim will send the next mischief. So I’ll have to prepare for everything at the same time.