Interlude character piece!
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It was the sound of tinkling metal that eventually grabbed your attention. Nothing else resounded in the room aside from the wind, and the gentle purr of the zepplin's motor. It was something so out of place that it demanded you look up.
It turned out to be just the clinking of coins as Guivzi went about her business. A steady clack clack clack as she set gold against gold, silver against silver, and the copper against copper. All of them in little piles in front of her. After every neat pile was set, she wrote out something in the small book in front of her.
"Why Goblins like gold so much?" You manage to mumble through your exhaustion. It was a whim that made you speak, or maybe because you wanted to talk to someone who at least had the semblance of care. There was only so much you could do while waiting for something to happen.
"Hmm?" She said before pulling her head from the book she had. "You say anything?"
"I said." You enunciate clearly as you sit up. "Why do ya, why do goblin's like gold so much?"
And to your actual surprise Guivzi stopped and set her book down. She turned to you and shifted so that the piles were between you.
"It's because it's gold." She said at last with a smile. "You know goblins love to gamble? We love to take risks to get more gold. We don't truck with the light. Our religion is our money. To us, dying is a distant dream that will happen after we live it up. Get all the gold, and live the high life. That's what a goblin dreams of. When you ask a goblin about gold, it's like asking a human about religion."
"Tis weird." You admit. In a way it's true, but in a way it wasn't. For a long time living in a village meant that you just didn't deal with money. Many people would help one another without the need for gold. Some would buy things on 'credit' or with promises to pay later or a cup of beer. Some people would just pay with a favor. Or a good meal. You had been the only one that really dealt with money, and even then just barely.
"Weird?" Guivzi replied with a tilt and a smile. You're pretty sure it's sarcasm. "To a lovely goblin lass like me, you humans are the weird one. Talking about the light, and faith. Why my first day away from home, I got begged to save some humie child's hand cause he was an idiot with his poppa's sword. Cost three gold to fix it, and the mother didn't even care about the money. Father would have had me working in the fields sunup till sundown if I cost him that much at once. Time is money after all. And money is life."
Guivzi holds up a gold coin. "I could throw one of these over the side, and throw another goblin to go get it, and no one would care." She pauses a moment and chuckles. "Well, so long as I threw a parachute with him. It's just the same for you. You are here because you are worth gold."
You snort and reply with a frown. "I'mma here because I was very very good. Gold has nothin' to do with that."
"And how did you get good?" she countered "Who bought you what you needed to practice with? Or paid you to live in a human capital? Everything that you learned cost money. You are an investment that has paid dividends, and is still paying it. A golden goose that no one is foolish enough to cook."
"That's not right." You shake your head in negation. "I'm here 'cause they think I can make weapons for em. Pretty sure Orcs don't care about tha gold."
"But they still need to buy things. You don't know what they are paying father to mind you. They've signed a contract, and given the payment. Mountains of coins to the Goblins. They might not care, but since they are using it, it has value. If they want to keep the contract going, they need to keep the money flowing. Therefore they will eventually care. Or they will void the contract, and they will lose everything we provide." Guivzi chuckles as she finally puts down the coin.
"So ya are all just bleedin' the orcs dry fer gold." You snort.
The girl shrugs. "Goblin way. So long as we are paid, we will do that job. Time is money. But our word is how we get money. The good goblins, the ones that get contracts, they know that if you want to get the gold, you have to get the goods. You have to give your word and mean it. You can con a few people here and there for a quick coin, but the best ones just screw you over up front."
"Kinda cold." You've heard it a bit before, but it's the first time it was so blunt.
Guivzi laughs. "You can go back home and buy three goblin's lives for five gold. Give em a bomb and have em blow themselves up for kicks. Sappers love to leave an impression after all, and if the bomb is big enough they will do it for three. They will spend it all on drinks and whores, and then show up the next day to do the work. That's what a goblin's life is worth."
You make a face, and the goblin girl laughs harder.
"All humies do that when they think about it. Life is cheap. So we spend it cheaply. Had father offer to sell me ta the Orcs for a thousand gold right in front of me." Guivzi smiles a bit at the memory. "Told him he was asking too little. Doomhammer nearly took his head off for that, and told me to heal you instead. Gave father an extra bonus if I keep you healthy."
You blink. "So you technically aren't being paid for helping me?"
She shakes her head in reply. "Nope. All under fathers name. I keep with him 'cause parents are a contract you're born with. I wouldn't care much if you broke out and killed them all. So long as my skin stayed intact."
Guivzi's smile goes cold. "But if you think you can screw me over, or get me in trouble, trust me. I'm the last Goblin you ever want to cross."