The standard is tipping in his hand when another goblin jostles him. "Wotcher, Ashglob! Look alive, eh?" Awake again but just as bored, Ashglob picks his nose.
Norgush is talking to a Shirriff. There used to be more of them but under Sharkey's boys their numbers have suffered considerable depreciation. "Won't be like that now," says Norgush. "We'll take care of everything."
His assurance is clearly little comfort. "It'll be tough going," the Shirriff says, a sickening fear-smile on his face. "Been hard times here, and some are…prejudiced…against your folk."
"They'll learn to love us soon enough."
A group of the lads are drinking and laughing. There is some creature at their feet and from time to time they lean over it or kick it. Ashglob can hear it mewling. One Uruk says he needs to piss. "No need to leave for that, eh friends?" Crude sniggers as the Uruk opens his breeches.
Ashglob wonders if their victim is a cat or a child. It could be either from the sound it makes, but he cannot tell from here. "Oi, Ashglob. It's dipping again." He holds it high, the Great Eye flapping above him, winking in the breeze over Hobbiton.
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