Observe my camp

You wake up to a peacefully quiet camp, as nearly all of your daughters are asleep. Growing up fast, it has not even been two weeks since they were born, and they are already like miniature human children, with large pointed ears, pale green skin, and sharper teeth, but still extremely cute, with big eyes and pudgy cheeks. All of them have started to talk at this point, and you suppose you should consider how you would like to educate them. Their mothers so far have done a fairly good job at patiently answering the girls' questions, but it troubles you when they have to rely on goblin mythology for answers.

The smells of cooking breakfast soon arouse the girls, half of whom are now sleeping scattered around the main hovel for lack of space. It's unusual if at least one or two tiny goblin girls don't end up crawling in between you and their moms in the middle of the night for comfort after some nightmare, making your sleeping situation a little less relaxing. At least the goblin sisters always seems to have an ever increasing amount of food, as they are now able to feed all of these growing children exactly what you usually eat. They pile scrambled eggs and breakfast sausage unceremoniously into their children's waiting hands before your daughters scarf their food down ravenously.

After breakfast you step outside for some fresh air, as your daughters begin to run around your camp and play, and your goblin wives are busy making some pots and pans out of spare clay, you see that your wall is secure and unmolested. You're glad you put the effort into building such secure defenses, but your mind constantly runs through ways a dedicated band of attackers could break through your wall.