Knowledge.
Such a thing was precious in any setting that anyone could imagine, whether it be business, pleasure, combat or an amalgamation of all three.
Knowledge was a commonality as far as the separate communities of beasts and humans were concerned, though beasts as they were groomed to learn that brutal reality of life earlier and with a robust touch of cruelty.
Knowledge wasn't readily afforded to them. They had to fight for it to unlock the chance to ascend into something higher and better than their previous meagre existence.
It was all about moving forward.
Skullius had learnt this in the same way from the Tremur Forest, though in a harshly unlucky setup where his numb mind had to be forced to awaken. Unconsciously, the way the goblins he had met struggling for life against each other, their power being borne against him, had gotten Skullius through the earlier processes of jolting his mentality for what was to come.
