Ha ha, cool. The dwarf says, chucking the bear a bar of gold. Stay there for a second. She says, before running off and dragging in a manikin made of stone, with a crude picture of a scowling face drawn on it, and pointy ears stapled to the side.
It's probably supposed to be an goblin.
Now attack that thin tree-hugging bastard! She shouts, completely disproving the narration.