The dwarven armada has come home to Over There, and its holds are full of cheap Chinese trinkets.
GNN reporters on the docks watched dwarves unload crate after crate of plastic baubles, novelty socks and questionable electronics, the spoils of the Freedonian surrender.
"This is not the glorious homecoming we envisioned," said Grimli, the armada's commander, tossing aside a pair of light-up chopsticks. "We came seeking battle, not a bargain bin."
Among the cargo: a surplus of glow-in-the-dark gnome figurines and a knock-off Party Cannon that, when tested, sputtered and gave off a sad puff of smoke.
"We've been duped," grumbled Grungni, a dwarven engineer. "Those crafty Chinese outsmarted us. All we've got is junk and a thirst for vengeance."
Goblins, amused at first, have started to feel sorry for them. "It's a shame to see proud warriors reduced to peddling trinkets," said Grungle Gristle. "Maybe this will teach them not to meddle in goblin affairs."
The dwarves have set up market stalls to recoup their losses. Sales are slow. Most goblins already own plenty of cheap trinkets from their own dubious sources, and several of the dwarves' crates turned out to contain goblin trinkets that had been exported to China last summer.
