Goblin slaves

You're standing on a ridge looking down into a ravine in the Rajash mountains. A trail winds up and into the mountain, ending in a cave mouth. A dozen goblins--small greenskins known for being cunning, merciless, and terribly weak individually--are slaving away under the burden of mining what looks to you like normal stone. Several large orcs--larger greenskins famed for their physical strength and stupidity, both linked to their insatiable libidos--stand as guards and taskmasters, whips and clubs in hand to ensure no goblin dares slack off.

"The Rajash Orcs started raiding the goblin tribes and turning them into slaves. They're doing something in the Tripfall Mine, but nobody seems to know what."

"Orcs enslaving goblins? Isn't that against some sort of rule for you monsters?"

"I don't know. If we do have rules, either these orcs are breaking them or the rules aren't very useful. So you think it'd be okay for us to kill these orcs, since they attacked other monsters first?"

"If Mistress wishes."

"The XP isn't as good as heroes, but I guess this is what Huny needs."

That was most of the conversation. Now that you can see what they're doing, you're glad you came. Seeing one particularly burly orc lay into an older goblin with his whip, you're disgusted. 'Just you wait, bastard; I'm going to take that whip and show you how it's really supposed to be used.'

"Alright, crew, gather round."