The Bloodfang Chieftain, a hulking goblin named Ironjaw, listened to Grimgut’s proposal with a sneer. "Attack the big human nest? You've gone soft, Shadowfang. We hide. We survive." "How many have you lost this cycle, Ironjaw?" Grimgut countered, his voice low and steady. "How many babes snatched? How many hunters never returned?" Ironjaw’s sneer faltered. His tribe had suffered heavily. "Even together, we are but gnats against their giants." "Gnats can carry plague," Boneknuckle rasped, stepping forward. "We do not seek to conquer. We seek to make them see us. To make them understand the cost of their sport. To make them stop."