Pity.

Khuraargh almost felt pity for the scrabbling searchers stumbling about in the shadowed swamps below him. He even had a nice long piss off of one of the great mangrove trees to help them...

...turns out, looks like they might be even more drunk than he is. How could they not tell the difference between the scents [and tastes] of monkey piss and goblin piss? Tiring of baiting them, the scarred goblin scrambles through the branches, dropping a few chunks of deadfall as he passes by, arriving ahead of them, back at the village...

...and there, he oh-so-languidly leans against Nord's pen and tosses an apple core over his shoulder, smirking his scarred face at them as they get back, huffing and puffing.