As the situation kept swerving inbetween tension and releif all eyes now fell upon the stick goblin. He now had within his hand a powerful artifact. A reckless charge would be disastrous. All goblin naturally are cowardly and weak, so bravery and leadership wasnt even considered among a single goblin present. As the rest of the goblins were staying a good distance, the stick goblin decided to check some of his loot. He instantly yoinked the armor and promptly slapped it over himself, and resumed his corpse burglary. He kept his stick pointed towards the small crowd of goblins and snagged his little fingies on some thing. He looked down to see a very good boon from the gods. A wood necklece laced with plant fibers or possibly bone. He picked it up and it made a slight jingle.
Little did he know, this would be a grave mistake.