Michael tapped his finger against one of the wooden tables in the area dedicated to communal eating. The porridge he ate was bland but filled with everything any of these goblins could need. He didn't want to view this place as a cafeteria, because it wasn't one. The cave had no real seperations in this area and besides the room he was born in he wasn't sure if there were any other sections. For now the area he was in seemed to be comprised of small rings where goblins practiced sparring, tables lined up next to a range of cooking areas and a sleeping area covered in roughly crafted brush beds.
Hundreds of goblins spread throughout the cavern either fighting, eating or sleeping. He couldn't count how many were here but he knew how serious it all was. This place was unlike anything he had seen in fantasies. Goblins were beings made to be slaughtered, they were unintelligent, carnal creatures who only lived for either sex, greed or violence. Michael knew they were different. He could see it in their Queen's eyes. There was so much more than violence in them. Ambition.
In the distance Michael paid close attention to the goblins sparring. Most were.. terrible. He felt a wave of disgust that he could be related to such incompetent and untalented creatures. 'It seems the Queen's blood could only do so much,' he thought to himself. A sinister thought started to eb and flow in his head. A thought that creeped on his boredom. He rose up from the table and began walking to the small sparring rings. He quickly sat down at a table closest to the section. He watched quietly looking at their instinctual movements. Some of the goblins that were apart of his generation were fighting as well. Most one on one. He could tell the ages by the lack of polish in the swings. Some older goblins had this obvious experience about them. Still child's play but experience nonetheless. He does not know the history of war in this world but he doubts these goblins due either.
'Whatever the queen is planning she will need more than this.' Michael sighs and passes his eyes over each ring. Until he sees something worth watching.
'There.' A sharp toothy grin spreads across his hideous goblin face and satisfaction builds in him.
Two goblins. Separated by several other spars stood out as they fought. They would be worth something. At least entertainment before whatever this Captain Tark had to do with him.
He walked to the larger of the two goblins first. A male. He wasn't as big as the guards but his physique was better built. Each muscle seemed to be perfectly grown for strength and his sharp square like features made him look like a green gorilla. Of course he had the sharp long ears and claws of a goblin but the closer Michael got the more brutish he looked.
"You." Michael pointed at him as the massive goblins slammed another into the ground. A ring of spectators had already formed around the gorilla by the time Michael called out to him.
"Move out of the way." Michael demanded to the circle that impeded him. A venom in each word. Some who saw what Michael did earlier quickly moved and while others looked at him like the fresh meat he was, their eyes filled with condescension.
The large goblin clearly stood above him, almost at 2 meters in height. He looked down and laughed. "Puny thing. I'll crush you." His voice held little to no reason and each word was filled with arrogance from his strength.
Michael paced around him as excitement built in the crowd, some speaking of the things they'd seen him do and others betting on the 'large one'. Michael just eyed him. His claws extending from his fingers in anticipation.