In the heart of the sprawling goblin lair, a hushed tension hung in the air. The goblin shaman, once a prominent figure in his own right, now knelt respectfully before Dick, his new king. This lair, once a modest gathering of creatures, had grown under Dick's command into an imposing stronghold, teeming with goblins of various breeds and abilities.
"Your report, Shaman," Dick commanded, his voice calm yet commanding, resonating through the stone halls of the lair.
The shaman bowed lower, the weight of his task pressing upon him. "King Dick, the count stands thus: three hundred and forty-five ordinary goblins, thirty-six scouts, twenty cavalry, fifty-two imps, eighteen large goblins, and twenty shamans." He paused, taking a breath before continuing. "Among them are the special breeds you engineered: one hundred and Goblin Spiders, forty-four Dryad Goblins, thirty-three Goblin Wolves, and thirty Gophers."