Even more than a rest, Wontoo wanted to actually kill a stranger/enemy, but such a thing was so rare as to almost be unthinkable.  Humility forced him to accept that if he did manage to kill anyone, it would only be with the help of dozens of his friends, which only happened when the stranger/enemies allowed it.  A great many goblin discussions centered around this one topic, and why sometimes strangers would do things that resulted in a large number of goblins in one place, which usually then led to a discussion of why goblins don't do this every time, with no final reason ever discovered.  Perhaps goblins could get further on this subject if they stopped trying to communicate only in rhymes, but such is the way of goblins.

Such thoughts weren't for Wontoo.  He wasn't a philosopher, he was a guard, and his job was to roam the halls and look for strangers.  And so he roamed, and roamed, and roamed.  Just when he thought he could stand the pain no longer, and was thinking of finding a nice corner and slashing himself for more damage than he could ever hit anyone else, he saw what he lived to see: an enemy!  He shouted out his battle rhyme and attacked, and, despite all logic, the stranger died!  Wontoo hadn't actually made it to the stranger, and in fact there was no obvious reason why the stranger died, yet Wontoo was ecstatic.  A stranger dead, and killed by (well, near) Wontoo!  The others would never believe it, but he was intent on telling them anyway, using his very best rhymes.  After mentally crafting a few stanzas, he moved on his way, lost in the slow thought of goblins.

Many rooms and a handful of stanzas later, Wontoo suddenly knew, without knowing why, that the stranger he killed earlier was no longer dead.  He turned and ran back, calling for help in each room he passed through, until he reached the stranger.  Even though the stranger was no longer where he had died before, or even anywhere near it, Wontoo innately knew exactly where he was.  No amount of deception could fool this innate psychic link.  Wontoo couldn't read or write; he couldn't rhyme that well or run very fast; he couldn't even see more than a dozen feet ahead of him no matter where he was at; but he knew exactly where this enemy was at all times.

Wontoo arrived at the stranger with two score of his tribe with him, but as soon as he came into view, the stranger again, for no obvious reason, died.  This confused Wontoo - he could think of no way to add this to his earlier rhyme, and regretfully resolved to start over.  Without any enemies to fight, Wontoo and his tribe turned around and went home. 

Much later, Wontoo again knew the stranger wasn't dead, and again called for help and headed towards him.  Stranger still, only Wontoo knew that the stranger was no longer dead - the rest of his goblin family were completely ignorant.  Things then got even stranger.  This time, before actually seeing the stranger, Wontoo knew the stranger was again dead.  How he received this psychic knowledge is unknown; perhaps it is a goblin gift; but then why was only Wontoo affected when the stranger stopped being dead?  And why did all goblins know when he suddenly died again, without even one goblin actually seeing it?  And why wasn't he thinking all of this in rhymes?  It made little sense to little Wontoo.

There was only one thing Wontoo knew for certain: his feet hurt.