The teller cleared his throat. Then he unfolded his blank scroll  and inked his feather. Then he put those words, still uncertain about what he just witnessed.

"We are in the year of grace... who cares, actually, today I saw a Goblin with slightly too neat hair fall from the sky into the water at Mur harbor.

He was about to drown, and I was planning on letting him drink his last vintage of Château Stinky-Portwater before I realized someone was watching me from a window. So I decided to pull this... green thing out of the water, and I lifted what at first glance looked like a female of its species, by its feet and upside down, until I realized what was wrong between its thighs, as the skirt she... he was wearing had turned against her lower abdomen.

<<This is a male!>>, I exclaimed to my observer, lifting the goblin by the foot like a rare fish.

I threw him a little further onto the shore, and when he finished rolling, he began to look around and gesticulate, screaming in fear. He kept asking where Dagon Dagoth and the Dungeon of the Twenty-One were.

At first, I was surprised to hear him speak so well, but then, as he wouldn't calm down... I knocked him out with a blow from my zither on the back of his head before deciding to take him to the old witch in the Mur countryside, so she could do with him as she saw fit.

On the way, I stopped to camp for the night, but he started to wake up and gesticulate again. Not wanting to risk smashing my precious zither, I made him drink some half-orc grog, and he was pretty drunk after his sip (forced... hmm...), and I was able to question him before he lost consciousness again. Here's what I learned from him:

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Name: They called him Moldmead
Surname: Bleh!
Sex: Male, quite effeminate though.
Age: Adult
Race: Goblin

A goblin who was imprisoned by the terrible Dagon Dagoth, a dark knight who resided in a dungeon that changed its name every time heroes came to die there. It was known as the Dungeon of the Twenty-One before Moldmead arrived in Arche Terre.

He was one of the slaves in a cleaning crew called the Pristine Squad. They had to collect the remains of the fallen heroes, clean up all traces of blood, guts, and brains from floor to ceiling, and sweep up the shattered bones scattered throughout the corridors. Finally, they had to tidy up the furniture and refill the treasure chests with whatever they could salvage from the corpses of adventurers before the arrival of new intrepid heroes.  

Moldmead was, according to him, a noble. He had been made ?Noble Chief of Rags? by Dagon Dagoth, which placed him above the other goblins. From what I understood... the only real difference was an extra ration at breakfast and a golden broom to show off in front of the other goblins of the Pristine Squad.

I found in his few belongings a crossbow. Should he be good at aiming? Hm... maybe I should not bring that green soul to the witch. I will leave him be in the countryside with some food.

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