"This tribe is one my old tribe sometimes fought. There was always lots of bad blood between us, that's normal for Gobbos, but recently they started to win all of the battles."
"Really? What changed to make your tribe start losing."
Opal pursed her lips. "Half-goblins."
Rain tilted his head. "As in half Goblin and half... something else?"
"Yes, they aren't picky. Look."
She pointed from where they hid upon a rock shelf overlooking a cavern filled with lush foliage and jungle trees. A sandy dirt road of sorts wound through the centre of it and ended at the entrance to another cavern. To either side of the entrance were a pair of guards holding spears. They were taller than the average Goblin, at first Rain had thought they were Hobgoblins but on closer inspection he realised that they had non-goblin features. One had some Human like features, tall, a beard, long black hair, hairy arms and chest. The other had the upper body of a particularly large Goblin but its lower body was that of a snake, a Lamia.
"They look strong. Why didn't they conquer your tribe?"
"We've fought Half-Gobbo tribes before, I even have some tribal memories of past Gobbos doing it. The reason that smart Gobbos don't make their tribes into Half-Gobbo tribes is because they always always die out, they go extinct. We just needed to outlast and avoid this one and the problem would take care of itself."
Rain furrowed his brow. "Really? Why would they die out?"
"Think about it. A bunch of half breeds are born who are stronger than regular Gobbos. What happens? They take over the tribe. Then to keep the Half-Gobbo faction strong and in control they breed with more non-Gobbos. If they are breeding with strong monsters they eventually kill the regular Gobbos and split up because they are not tribal monsters. If they are breeding with levelers sooner or later a half who can level is born who then takes over the tribe from the half breeds. The leveler eventually kills every monster in the tribe for levels, as levelers do, then leaves for the surface. You wouldn't think it would be that way every time but it always is. Half-Gobbo tribes get outbred and burn out."
"I suppose it would have to have happened that way or there would be no regular Goblin tribes left."
Opal began pulling things from the rucksack the Kobold carried.
"I used to scout this place sometimes for the tribe, keeping an eye on what they were doing. I think we can take it but... I need some information."
She pulled out a simple brown travelling coat with a hood that had belonged to the Halfling tracker then removed her swords and jacket and swept the coat over herself. She then grabbed a palmful of dust and dirt and rubbed it over her face.
"I'm going inside to see."
"What? No way. That's far too dangerous."
The Goblin snorted. "I'm just another little Gobbo to the halfs, they won't give a shit, it'll be fine."
"It's too risky."
"You want to eat and become strong? You said yourself that Inquisitor is going to come for you. You have to be ready."
"I... just... just be careful," said Rain sighing.
Opal flashed him a white-toothed grin. "Easy. Now watch."
"W-wait, you can't leave me alone with him!" whimpered the Kobold, chained to a rock behind them.
Opal flatly ignored that and slipped down from the rock shelf and disappeared into the jungle foliage, climbing down a tree to reach the ground.