The so-called tribe looked more like a little town, it was to be said that unlike most goblins most could run into in the wild, the salt goblins that One had relieved of their blood had actually worn clothes of good workmanship, their weapons had also been well-done, even if ultimately crafted from wood, stone and plant-based ropes, it did not change that they had been crafted with a certain amount of finesse and attention to details.
Those goblins, seemingly under the lead of that chief, were just on the edge of entering an age of advancement.
The style of the house was simplistic, made from wood or made into small, hollowed out hills and cliff sides, the town was bustling with many salt goblins, or as their guide said, brine goblins, named after the pool they all had to submerge themselves in once adulthood was reached.
