You briefly debate waking Ulla, but memory of the last time you tried that flashes through your head and you decide you'd rather stay awake all night.
Mercifully, the lock is silent now. Perhaps it grew tired of its game.
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It is three months and five days later, by human reckoning.
You've grasped the basics of their language, but you yet fail to understand much of their grammar. Regardless, basic communication can commence with relative ease. You have also learned their body language, and your constant personal contact with their species has caused you and the many others in your breakaway "tribe" to begin mimicing some.
The humans of the colony have been hospitible, to a point. They allow you and your people to establish a small camp on the side of their outpost, and you are free to come and go from inside town. You are also free to partake of their food, provided you purchase it via their money. Your people are unaccustomed to the concept, but your skill at woodsmanship and gathering native berries, hunting and tracking, have all come together to provide enough to sustain both your tribe and theirs.
The symbiosis is not perfect, however. A sect of the humans still views your people with distrust, and the majority who don't think you a threat seem to regard you as little more than a scientific oddity. You yourself have taken up a leadership role among your people, and now work as a forward ambassador to the Humans.
You awake on your mat of woven reeds, traditional to your people, and don a tunic also goblin-made. From there you eat a breakfast of Terran Oats mixed with native Pinkfur meat, as Earthborn plants do not feed your stomache as well as native life. It is cooked in a microwave oven, a Human invention, powered by a miniature Fusion Generator. In these past few months, your life has gone through such turmoil...
And more is sure to come. Today is a day of great circumstance, you are told. Today marks the end of the Third World War, a human war none wish to speak about for some reason. In celebration, you have been invited to a large party onboard the ICS Dunwich, a giant orbiting "spacecraft" that supposedly can fly through the stars.
Some of these things sound impossible, but you've seen what the humans can do...
It's almost time to leave. Do you have everything in order?