The Skritch Warren

A teeming goblin warren of the eastern hills — small, vicious things that skulk in numbers, cut from ambush, and break the moment the odds turn.

Goblins are cowards in any single body and a tide in numbers, and the Skritch Warren is the largest tide in the hills above the Vale. They den in a stolen cave-network, raid the herds and the lonely road by night, and flee giggling the instant a fight stops being lopsided. What holds the warren together past its own cowardice is the Gnash-King — a goblin grown big and cruel enough on stolen meat to be the one thing in the dark the rest fear more than they fear you. Put him down and the warren remembers it would rather run.