Why not?

So you follow Balthor out of his tent and to the shaman’s, it’s not far from the chief’s tent. You enter the tent behind Balthor. The shaman is a fox-man, although his coat is an unusual color, it is as white as snow. He was grinding some herb when you entered and looks up to you.

“Hey there chief! Just making some tonic for those who drank a little too much last night, they really went wild out there, who is with you?” he asks, “this is Minion, he is the leader of our guests” replies Balthor, “THIS GUY! HE IS THE ONE THAT BEAT YOU?” exclaims the shaman, obviously hinting at the size difference between you and Balthor. “Yes he did, strength is not everything in battle you know, he was the better warrior” Balthor replies hurriedly, “Minion, meet Rancor, he is our shaman”.

“Pleasure to meet you Mr. Minion” Rancor comes closer and looks at you with a scrutinizing gaze; “do you mind if I inspect you just for bit, there is something different about you” he asks enthusiastically, you look at Balthor and he just shrugs, so you decide to bear with it and nod your approval. After inspecting you for a while he seems satisfied, “if you don’t mind me asking, are you a naturally born goblin?” you are impressed that he can catch that in just a couple of minutes and reply “No, master created Minion like this.”

“Fascinating! That is very powerful magic, there are very few people in this world who can do that” exclaims, although you already know it, you still feel proud that your master is so powerful.

“Rancor, Minion wants to ask you about the harpies,” Balthor says to the shaman, “he is really interested to know what is causing their increased aggression”

“The harpies you say, I think I have a general idea what is happening, let me gather my thoughts and I will gladly tell you all about it” Rancor replies.