Gog was filling up the vegetables in Amias' basket. The mud elemental could not help with the picking. Could not even go inside the vegetable patch without crushing the plants. That did not mean that the elemental did not do his share of the work.
Gog sighed, as he looked around him. There wouldn't be enough time to harvest everything until the snow fell. Normally, the goblins managed, somehow. But this year they had been besieged by wasps.
It had been dangerous to go out in the fields. Hunger was just around the corner, herding his seven starving cows. Gog just knew it.
"Everything will be fine," Amias could not read minds, but that did not mean that he did not know what sort of struggle was before the goblins. "I'll hunt."
Gog let out another sigh. Oh, if it was that simple.
"You know how the gnomes are like. They will attack us again, and this time, they will not stop before we are destroyed. This time… Amias, will you miss us once we are gone?"
