"All bow for Grangor, the shadow goblin chief!"
Going with the flow, Jack, Bowzer, Tralon, and Argyle all lowered their heads in respect for the goblin chief.
"You may stand. That way we can talk like men." The party stood as the aging goblin rose from his seat and walked toward them. "You're humans indeed, but why have you come here? How have you come here?"
Jack was the one to step forward. "What matters most is that our reasons for entering this dungeon lie on the eleventh floor. However, I would like to offer our help to you and your people, Grangor."
"Your help? And what help would that be?"
"That depends on what you and your people want, but we came here mercifully to make peace with you, not destroy you," reasoned Jack. "My friend Argyle is over lv. 70, so surely you wouldn't underestimate our abilities, since you're only lv. 66, Grangor."
