Posts from Sliirr from the Quickhand clan (Ple-Sen). Auto-translated

Sleer felt a huge weight lift off his shoulders, as the child could be killed without much difficulty! The goblin grinned widely and raised his morning star above his victim.

The child opened his eyes. "Ah, Udi-Lar?" he said, yawning. "No, you're not Udi-Lar."

Hearing the child, Sleer stopped abruptly. "Udi-Leer? The little runt says there's another goblin here?" Sleer lowered his morning star and scratched the back of his head with his free hand. "Sleer could use the help of another goblin; goblins stick together. If goblins don't stick together, they either hide or die. Does the little runt know any other goblins besides Udi-Leer?"

The child huffed indignantly. --I'm not a slowpoke!

- Sllirr smelled your scent from outside. Should Sllirr call you "little stinker" instead of "little weakling"? - the goblin tilted his head, - And Sllirr still didn't get an answer.

– Udi-Lar, he sometimes drops by. He’s my boss, – the boy mumbled.

- Does Udi-Lar often visit the little stinker?

The boy nodded. "Udi-Lar makes me work. Printing newspapers at night and selling them."

- Then Sllirr will wait for your Udi-Lar here; Sllirr needs help. And while Sllirr is waiting, the smelly one will tell him about what "printing" and "newspapers" are, - the goblin decided, sitting down on the floor.

There's nothing better in a conversation with a child than asking them about something they know. So, the boy started talking about the process of making paper, how a printing press works, and even though he didn't really know half of the things he was saying, he still managed to come up with some interesting ideas. For example, in his version, paper becomes white because it's rubbed with the wings of cabbage white butterflies.
The hours flew by as he talked, and the boy was already talking about newspapers, and then about what gunpowder is made of ("What, you don't know? It's made from bird droppings! They take it, dry it, rub it in their hands, and put it in special bags!"), and how a goblin, probably Udi-Lar, entered the house.
--Who are you talking to?

- A little stinker is talking to Sleur. Does Sleur understand that you are Udi-Lar?

--My Udi-Lar, -- the goblin had a weapon with him and seemed ready to use it. -- And who is yours, Sllirr? Why does your puppy need it?

- Slirr doesn't need a stinker. Slirr came to seek shelter with his goblin brothers. Slirr believes that goblins are safer together, - Slirr immediately began to explain.

The goblin paused for a moment.
--And what can yours do?

- Sllirr knows how to steal and fight. But even though Sllirr can fight, he doesn't like it; it's too dangerous. And Sllirr is also a master of escapes! - the goblin began to praise himself, striking a pompous pose (as he thought).