The Epic Quest of Krindle the Goblin

Krindle was not your typical goblin. Most of his tribe were gnarly, gruff creatures, happy to wallow in the dank cave they called home. Their days were a cycle of scavenging for scraps, squabbling amongst themselves, and the occasional raid on the nearby squirrel village - a rowdy, predictable existence. But Krindle had a curious mind, forever peering out at the world with squinty, mismatched eyes.
He wasn't built for battle, small and scrawny compared to even the lowliest grunt. Instead, Krindle had a knack for finding things - an interesting mushroom, a beetle with peculiar markings, a chipped arrowhead glinting in the mud. His pouch was a jumble of trinkets, dismissed as rubbish by others, but treasures to him.