The Center of the Forest

The goblin elder froze. 

"You are thorough, human." The elder said. 

"This is a lot of silver and gold that we are talking about. I'd rather not take any risk." Jake said. 

"Fine then. As you wish, I will take an oath in the name of our god." The elder nodded and raised his cane that he used to walk with.

He started talking, but the words that came out weren't of English origin. They were another language. A language that did not seen human. 

The only word that Jake and Myriad Arrows recognized was the one of the god that the goblins worshipped: Kubera. 

Then, above, in the skies, thunder crackled and lighting was visible. They could see the sky a little from where they were in the jungle, but what they saw and heard was enough to tell them that a serious oath was indeed made.