"Captain Grubnash, aren't we already at the limit of the territory we have to cover?"
"Hush! Are you crazy? Have you forgotten that we are already on the territory of the jackals? If you feel like committing suicide, go ahead, but don't drag us with you. We will turn back at the next intersection, so I don't want to hear a single noise from you anymore, or I swear you'll be dinner tonight."
Grubnash whispered almost silently, but his followers could easily guess what he was saying. It was a group of 5 goblin patrollers who were also making their daily rounds.
("Damn it! Why was I assigned these two new idiots today? Weren't the other two I was dragging along enough? I risk my life every day, damn it.")
"Tsk!"