Like snakes along the floor, they slithered to the pack, the dwarf intently mining for a gem which caught the boys’ eyes. It glimmered from the dark stone surrounding it and the light from the dwarf’s torch reflected from one of its finer edges. Distracted for only a moment the scent of food kept them focused enough and soon they found themselves upon the pack.
A drawstring was tied round it securing it from the boys, but one of the brothers pulled a bone dagger from his waistband and began sawing the string. The dwarf still did not notice the boys as he hammered away at the stone and hummed his song. At last the string was cut and the boys reached in and quickly found the food they longed for. As they did so however, at last the old dwarf turned and saw the boys.
“You filthy buggers!” he roared and kicked at the two whelps catching one on the back side which sent him toppling end over end before crashing against the stone wall. The other raised his bone dagger to threaten the dwarf, but with pickaxe in hand, a mighty swing sent the puny goblin ducking and scampering away for cover. Both goblins quickly fled, running on all fours like monkeys. They never looked back but shrieked and tripped and crashed their way from the dwarf.
Goblin Brothers Series:
The Sureshot 
Superbly evoked!