"Oh! This place is really nice!"
"Chief! I really like your city! It's hard to imagine that such a savage, wild place could have a civilized foothold like this!"
"I love it!"
Strimwheedle Hotsand spoke fluent Troll Language. His voice was somewhat shrill and his tone a little exaggerated, but he was not unpleasant.
For the most part.
Most older goblins spoke fluent Troll Language, because it had not been long since goblins escaped the enslavement of the jungle trolls! Around a few decades—or perhaps just over a decade—ago, these clever, greedy little green-skinned creatures had still been painfully mining away in tunnels, minor figures no different from gnolls, kobolds, or murlocs.
But under the influence of some miraculous ore, they became smarter and craftier. In the end, they overthrew the jungle trolls' rule, built cities of their own, and developed their unique commercial civilization and culture.
Tonatiuh could not learn much about Gadgetzan, but he did know some things about Strimwheedle Hotsand, the owner of the Steamwheedle Cartel.
In the storylines he had learned about in his previous life, this man had been described as the most powerful Trade Prince among the goblin factions. When he had first transmigrated in this life, the trolls of the desert had also spoken of this man's cunning and greed.
Gadgetzan might be located in the barren Tanaris Desert, but it was the Steamwheedle Cartel's overseas capital and first city of its own. Though the true headquarters was in Undermine, Undermine was the headquarters of all goblins, so it did not count!
Starting from such a poor foundation and ultimately becoming the strongest of the five major Goblin Cartels, Strimwheedle Hotsand's ability was beyond question.
There it was.
It had not been long since the goblins had escaped troll slavery. By ordinary standards