Bink wiped his stubby hand across his broad forehead, flicking the rivulets of sweat from his fingers.  He retrieved the spear he tucked under his other arm, which was adorned with a crude shield crafted from a piece of sturdy shale.  He once again hefted the weapon, testing its weight as compared to the light javelins he was accustomed to.  It was a thick sturdy shaft with a long head, but the head was much too heavy to be thrown.  Chief Rangus had told him it was not meant to be thrown, but thrust.  The head was made of a stone far too rare to waste it with one strike.  Bink could see little difference between the stone of the spearhead and regular stone, except that it was black and rough, unlike the flat stone used for javelins.  Rangus himself supposedly crafted the spearhead, and twenty one others like it. 

Those other spears bobbed up and down behind Bink, the twenty other warriors Rangus had selected to hunt the dragon.  Out of the hundred goblins in the Rockjaw tribe, only forty were worthy warriors, and Bink was not one of them.  Yet here he was, marching in front of the twenty strongest goblins in his tribe, next to his leader no less.  He was only supposed to hunt for food and scout, he was not supposed to be fighting huge dragons that ate his friends.

He looked up at Rangus, the larger, stronger goblin plodding forth like the miles meant nothing.  Though his spear was longer, the head was the same as all the others, with the addition of a sticky, smelly black substance that Bink could not identify.  When he asked why only Rangus’ spear had been treated, his chief grinned at him, and said, “It’s a surprise for dragon, will only work once.  No one else needs it.”  Bink had a feeling the Chief knew it would affect the dragon somehow, but then why not give it to everyone? 

Bink puzzled over this still as they approached the cleft the dragon lived at.  Rangus held up a hand for the others to halt, and turned to face his warriors.  “We wait,” he said, barely loud enough for all to hear.  “Bink will go to find dragon, but Bink says it hides well.”
            “How you hide a dragon?” one of the closer warriors chuckled.