The morning sun shone at the mouth of the goblin cave.
The white mist that always ruled the night, began to rise towards Wolf Slope Mountain.
The morning beasts began to creep out of their hiding places.
They sighed in gratitude for being able to still alive last night.
The boulder covering the mouth of the goblin cave began to shake, then slowly rolled to the side and gave way to the goblin cave.
Several pairs of red eyes were seen from inside the cave, they were getting closer to the cave door.
The goblins and several orcs were seen coming out of the cave door, they no longer seemed wary of each other, instead they were joking with each other and seemed very familiar.
"Ez, what is a diplomat?" one of the goblins asked Ez.
With puffing out his chest, Ez replied "The diplomat is someone who brings peace between two tribes, their task is very heavy and the risk is great.
Only those who have the courage and authority like me are able to carry out their duties as diplomats."
