"Were you able to get used to the place where you're living?"
Yila asked the goblins. He continued to endure the unique stench that permeated the air around the settlement... knowing full well it was an unavoidable odor, he could barely tolerate it.
After all, the little creatures didn't have the opportunity or time to bathe.
Yila looked at the twelve little goblins poking their heads out of the house, and apologetically remarked, "I purposely chose your day off. Did I disturb your rest?"
A little goblin appeared flustered. Uncertain whether to invite Yila inside, it could only respond, "Gob... No, no, you didn't disturb us."
*Does it mean I didn't disturb their rest?*
Yila pondered this as he scrutinized the row of concrete houses, glanced at the cotton blankets laid on the cement floor inside, and looked up to confirm that each room on the three floors had identical blankets.
Of course, there was also bedding.
"Has life gotten better recently?"
