At the words "demon-slave army" Grinless had climbed the old tapestry he'd been eyeing, headed for a window exit.

The dull dwarf, finally noticing, tugged the tapestry, whispering loudly, "Hey Grinless, we haven't stopped the evil knights yet, we can't leave!"

Grinless gave his best 'Are you stupid or insane?' look (completely lost on the dwarf), waved him away and continued climbing. Krigga shrugged, wiped blood from his face and followed. Goobdwib finally understood in his misplaced or lacking logic that Grinless had scouted ahead and was now leaving to plan a proper attack. So, he climbed awkwardly up as well. This was too much for the old, moth-eaten tapestry. It tore loudly, spilling them in a louder clutter.

They were found and thrown in the dungeon.

While unkempt, it still functioned as a dungeon. Lounging in the bug-ridden, moldy hay Grinless could've relaxed—

—but for his unwanted companions. Krigga kept whining there was nothing in the cell big enough to satisfy his blood craving. Goobdwib kept pestering Grinless for plans of action or else coming up with his own harebrained schemes. So far, he'd come up with three ideas all involving disguises (a pope, a maid, a guard) which they didn't have. He failed to see this as a drawback and wouldn't shut up.

Eventually the self-proclaimed Warlord (something or other, Grinless didn't care) came down with knight flunkies and marched them into a bigger underground chamber, possibly an old torture chamber. There the Warlord began interrogating them, starting with: "You, the one called Grinless the goblin hero. What do you here?"

Grinless said, "Not hero! How know my name?" while glaring at Goobdwib. The dwarf whistled, avoided eye contact.

"The dwarf told us. He's also got a banner in his pack." They held up a rough banner proclaiming ‘Grinless The Goblin Hero and His Moste Trusty Band.’ The dwarf reddened and coughed.

"So," the Warlord continued. "You mean to stop my evil plans of dominatio-"

"Nope! Don't care," interrupted Grinless.

The Warlord and knights stopped in confusion. They argued quietly a moment, the knights shooing the Warlord on. He cleared his throat, "Well, anyway, a demonstration of my power!"

A ragged, squealing peasant was brought in and chained to a wall; the space cleared around it. The Warlord grasped the amulet, which glowed brightly, his eyes matching its color. Liquid violet seeped out, resolving into demonic forms that attacked the peasant, who screamed horribly, before they dissolved into purple mist. Cackling, the Warlord turned to a yawning, bored-looking Grinless. "Ha! Think to stop me now-"

"Nope. Never did," said the goblin, picking his ear. "Can go now?"

The flustered Warlord and knights held a muttered conversation with more gesturing. The occasional demon-spirit would leak out the Warlord's eye to feast on the dead peasant or rattle bones before vanishing. Krigga looked thoughtful, while Goobdwib looked green. The Warlord was about to let them go when Goobdwib shook himself and said, "No! He is Grinless the goblin, Hero for all, and he will stop you. Mark me words!"

The Warlord and knights hesitated, but Grinless stomped angrily at the dwarf. "No! Not hero, wanna leave 'em alone. Shut yer yap!"

The knights swiveled to the goblin.

"No, ye don't mean that. You'll stop them and save the day like you always do!" spat back the dwarf, all turning to him.

Grinless got in Goobdwib's face, "No! Me no save day. All accident or misunderstanding. Just. Wanna. Leave. Alone!"

The dwarf shouted, "No!"

And then they were fighting.