Raised near the Ibrandulite Temple so that it is visible soon after descending the lengthy stairs.
There is a goblin who likes to rhyme, his pretty words- they seem sublime. But doesn't it seem quite out of line, that rational men tolerate his kind?
He spake that he'll unload his gold, to anyone who shall be so bold, as to murder a halfling warrior cold; I must be frank, this is getting old.
Goblinkind ought not be allowed to speak their ill-meant words so loud as to resonate in Lower the proud, Ignore the monsters, or have them cowed.
Let evil fear most what it deserves, cold steel, or hot, the same purpose serves! To give swift ends to those so nerved to cause this ruckus, the peace disturbed.
Nay I say, to those that seek, to bring more death, that wretched reek- to underserving, the halflings meek. Goblins, if it is a fight you want, it is me you seek.
