Our village stood not far from a goblin settlement. Peace had long been maintained between us, and sometimes we even stood shoulder to shoulder to repel raids by outsiders. The goblins mined ore, and in return we brought them fruits and vegetables.
It went on like this until Gor ascended the goblin throne. He led his warriors to our village and slaughtered all its residents. Back then I was only five years old: I was gathering pebbles in one of the caves. When I finally came out, everything around was already burning in fire.