Peter Duff (Goeden Dag) Auto-translated

– They said they don't want war, but if we don't sail away from here by tomorrow, they'll eat us and feed our bones to wild drakhounds. – Is that so? Well, they have a sense of humor! – Antonio remarked. – This is no joke, they are cannibals. The captain pondered.

- Better ask them about Ssethrok.

Ceres glanced at the departing Orcs: probably, they were going to cook goblins from the neighboring island in their cauldrons. --I don't really want to. But there's a question that needs to be asked. Maybe you can do it? I'll tell you what to say to them.

- Let me. Peter checked his weapon and, as best as he could, repeated the question that Cerera had asked.

A predatory glint appeared in the orcs' eyes; one of them even started moving towards Peter, but the other grabbed him by the arm. He pointed with his finger towards a particularly large cluster of rocks.

- Captain, we should probably launch the boat. Along with the rowers. And prepare the weapons. Ceres, what the devil are they saying?

– They want to eat, but that stronger one is holding them back, arguing that goblins are tastier; he was comparing them.

- Maybe we could offer to help them catch the goblins?

"That's a great idea, Duff!" exclaimed the captain. "So, should I tell them? Or should we just go ahead as planned?" Cerea asked hesitantly.

- Just say it already, you idiot!

Ceres approached and, after waiting for the hungry natives to calm down, carefully explained to them that if they didn't eat her, she and her companions would find them fatter goblins. Hearing in response that the orcs prefer older ones, but they agree, she returned.
--Well, how are we going to get these goblins?
--Don't worry, we'll get them. If anything, we'll tell the orcs that Duff is to blame, -- Antonio laughed.

- It would be nice if these locals could explain where the goblins live around here. And while you're at it, ask them about Seterok, the treasures, and other interesting things on these islands. Go ahead and ask them.

--Goblins inhabit the neighboring island: Orcs periodically send boats there to hunt them. And Setrok's ship sank near those rocks, and I doubt they know anything else. These green-skinned creatures have their own concerns.

- Is anything or anyone left from the ship? If not, then there's nothing for us to do here.

--In any case, they definitely didn't touch these ones; they're only interested in living flesh, -- Antonio chuckled again.
--Actually, you're right; we can take a look and we'll definitely find something...