Chapter Six
Gozzit's Thoughts</u>

Gozzit Berren, several hours ago he was sitting at a desk happily filling out paperwork and redrawing a gnomes poorly sketched blueprint. Then shortly an hour after that, telling the boss, Mr Wormwood the bad news about one of the mechano-cutters. Now his neck was a few inches closer to the guillotine and he didn't know what to do. He placed a grimy finger into his ear and pulling out some earwax, flicked it skillfully into a cup on the floor. Placing a finger from the other hand into his nose, he scratched inside for a minute or two before bring it back out with a large thin green goo protruding outwards and snapping with a large twang to end up on his finger. He let out a deep sigh and wiped it onto the table he was sitting at. Readjusting the bright orange tie around his neck, he ran his hands down his light brown suit to smooth out the creases to no avail and sighed again.
Why was it his fault that the mechano-cutter decided not to work and get destroyed. He didn't design it after all and its not like it was his fault what happened in the first place. Grabbing a piece of paper he screwed it up in his hands and threw it as hard as he could onto the ground which rolled from his hand instead of flying with force. He adjusted his thick lensed glasses and looked a little embarrassed and coughed. “I'm glad nobody saw that” he said quietly as he bent down and picked up the paper and unfurled it.
It was a memo that had been hastily written and the printing had been rushed.

Esteemed Goblins and Gnomes,
Your gracious overseer, Kneevil Wormwood
Invites you all to an evening of fine wine, Hallucinogenics and Entertainment
Whether you feel like sampling the food or the drink or maybe the crystal
Whatever your taste, we'll have it and you'll enjoy it
Formal Attire is a necessity and if your without a suit you will not be granted
passage into the party
Sincerely
Kneevil Wormwood</b>

Gozzit pushed the paper to one-side as he reread it. Like its going to be any fun for me Gozzit thought sighing to himself. After the meeting he had with Kneevil, his attitude had changed entirely. When he had first read this message those few weeks ago, he beamed and walked about proud to be a goblin, thinking how great it would be to finally see the great overseer Mr Kneevil Wormwood. His Idol and his focus for working hard in his current job to rise the ranks and become as great as his number one goblin. Oh... as he remembered the night of the party. The drinking, the food, the crystals. As he walked about with a high air of superiority. Thinking to himself how great it was for him to be a goblin, and when Kneevil Wormwood stepped out and spoke a few words of thanks and acknowledgement to everyone's efforts. How it made him feel, and how those words made him think that all his work was worthwhile. How wrong he'd been.
Since the incident of telling the overseer what happened in the forest. His thoughts on him had changed dramatically. Gozzit rubbed his neck when he thought about the situation, those long thing fingers wrapping around his neck, suffocating all the air in his lungs as the goblin holding him sneered. Laughed at him as he choked on the thin thread of his life. Gozzit shivered and began biting a nail on his finger.
Whenever he now thought of the man known as Kneevil Wormwood. He began doing something similar to biting his nails out of stress. The feelings which were once pride and cheer, had now become fear and shame. As he finished biting the nail on his finger he spat it out and got up from his chair. Even though he now had slowly began hating his occupation, he still had to do it, at least to save himself from Wormwoods wrath.
“You know what ?” he said to himself in a reflection of a clean patch on the table. “I think I'm starting to hate being a goblin...”