Seemingly unaware of the passersby slowing down to take a peek of their group, the goblins continued to get to know the dwarves.
"Names sound interestin," one commented. "Cot', Bat', Sot'"
"Are you siblings?" Another asked. "So they name similar."
"They look alike."
Batto shook his head, still trying to get used to the chatter. The three of them were the only dwarves in their generation, after all, and this felt like they were suddenly thrown into a sea of peers.
"We're not! We're neighbors!" Sotto said. "Names from same generation sound alike!" The other two echoed it.
Dwarves moved slowly, but when they spoke, it was like they were rapping. The goblins found it fascinating. Mostly because the three looked alike in their eyes.
"Is this what people call 'you start to look alike if you hang out too much'?"
"No, other races just look alike," another goblin said, sounding wise. "Humans can't tell us apart either," he said. "Though I'm obviously more handsome than most."
