Easily confused for goblin children, if not for their elongated earlobs and arms and little pot bellies. The littlings are the simple-minded slaves of goblins, though what keeps them slaves is anyone's guess. They seem quite content with being fed a diet of mouse kebabs and rewarded with gaudy little trinkets. Quick on their feet, there have been troops of trained littling tumblers, able to twist, jump and bound with tremendous dexterity. Of course, the cute and cuddly perception all changed on the day Ramsford was overrun by a hoard of 30,000 littlings. They poured out of the tunnels into the earth, overwhelming the inhabitants. The poor souls, both the golbin masters and and the human masters of the goblins were picked and nibbled apart by 60,000 hands and 30,000 mouths. Instinct: To serve the master

• Somewhat intelligently carry out an order
• Rips out anything not bolted down
• Pour forth from nearby tunnels and holes