The shaman emerges from behind the backs of his tribe members — a goblin you already know, covered in tattoos

The shaman emerges from behind the backs of his tribe members — a goblin you already know, covered in tattoos and bedangled with amulets. This time his face is painted with red clay and soot, and a necklace of sharp teeth adorns his neck. The shaman is holding a crudely painted bowl above his head and singing in a plangent, dismal tone that resembles a howl more so than a song. The other goblins pick up the melody and give way to the shaman, who is walking towards the totem.