Do not try to best me, Pug warns Val, Pug, small little Pug for

as you know Goblins are quite tiny compared to human folks but

for Val had already drawn his sword, his quest

to fight those who had caused so much grief … … and yet

when he hesitated when Pug resisted not, did not even make

any attempt to run or cover up his wrong doings, he was very much

filled with confidence, his faith in the process, his faith in dark magik, his faith

in all that immoral, his sleazy smile came about when questioned, his

entire demeanor was so very foreign that Val found himself recoiling:

what animal are you? And Pug laughed heartily. What an unchanging man you are,

what firm beliefs you have, what strange Gods you worship, Gods who have obviously failed

and you wonder why your life is so lacking. Pause. Pug stared defiantly and raised his wrinkled hands,

mumbled, chanted and a black cloud came about, took away the goblin that was Pug

and when the cloud parted away, Pug was 10 times the size of Val, with skin

harder than steel. So … … you were saying?