Hargrac"May the Honored Dead forgive me for throwing in with this dirty, stinkin’ lot!"
To Hargrac, the goblins were a means to an end! There was no quicker way to meet your doom than by spending time in the company of goblins. The greenskins had no chance of putting an end to the dwarf themselves, no, no!
Rather, Hargrac divined that goblins were the punching bag of all manner of creatures! Stick around long enough, and something worth fighting would show up to give the goblins a good thrashing! And when it did, Hargrac would be there to fell or be felled!
"By the looks of this lot, I’ll be dead within the week!" he grumbles, before breaking into a low, ugly laugh!