The goblins worked tirelessly, their nimble fingers flying across wood, metal, and rope as they shaped the final components of their strange contraptions. Each step seemed to breathe life into their creations. The Horde stood by, watching with a mix of skepticism and curiosity as the goblins, drenched in sweat and caked in dirt, moved with a determination that defied their frail forms.
At last, the lead goblin—tiny and squeaky but commanding respect among its kind—stood before the largest structure they had built. It raised its arms high, calling for attention, and squeaked out, "Done! We're done!"