Rooms

  There is no natural warmth here.  Instead if the inhabitants want fire

then it must be provided for by their magi.  Intuitive as any race, the

goblins have learned that by heating large rocks with the burning hands

spell, the heat retains longer in the stone.  Here, the otherwise civil

society reminds you of exactly what life among goblins is truly like.  Set

upon a pile of large stones is an enormous iron pot, large enough to fit a

horse in, by quick reasoning.  Only there are no horses here.  Should you

tempt yourself with looking over the rim of the iron pot you would see hunks

of blue goblin meat boiling in the water.  A proud crew of goblin chiefs

work immense meat claws to rend the flesh down into smaller bites while

another group of them use a strainer to pull out boiled meat to be served.