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So, this one time, Gnort came across a group of adventurers battling a dragon. He sat on a nearby rock and watched in awe as they traded vicious blows, taking chunks out of each other. The elf and dwarf were devoured by the great beast and it was all over too quickly when suddently Gnort heard a shout and saw a knight charging down the dragon. He was captivated: the thundering of hooves, the great clash as the knight skewered the dragon with his lance. He was awestruck at the way the Knight shouted challenges, dazzled when the Knight's armour glinted in the light. His smile was broad and his eyes wide when the dragon bit down on the Knight popping the human out of his metal shell, laughed maniacally when the dragon devoured the horse and fell over satisfied as the dragon died from wounds sustained in the fight.

Gnort was always one for opportunities and he was inspired by what he just saw. He made his way down to the scene of carnage, picking through the scraps. The lance was mostly intact... the armor was still good and fit him well if cut down a bit. He liked the idea of working with people- his goblin tribe were so backwards... perhaps if he found a group of tall folk...