Goblins are gutsy creatures, i'll give them that. A few full grown cave rats could easily carry a goblin off to their death. But some goblins relish the danger that comes with taming these beasts. They desire to feel the wind on their skin ans their filthy mounts leap and scuttle. They desire to be looked up to by their fellow kin, as they lead them on scrawny raids. But most of all, they desire to die gloriously on the dusty steppe. Instinct: to lead

• Order a raid
• Call on and lead other goblins
• Attack swiftly with it's mount
• Die gloriously on the dusty steppe

You all know it. Well, perhaps at least the one, still beeing able to tell the tale. There are chests containing unknown treasures, filled by hoarding foes, evil mages, kings and queens, bandits and goblins. And then there are those treasure chest that are... no chest at all. Hidden in the dark places above and below, hidden between their innocent comrades, containing gold and trinkets, there lies the mimic. Waiting for centuries for the fearless hero on his search for loot. Come to me, little man. I will eat you whole and spit you out like a rotten fruit. But your gold i will keep for me. I will keep all your gold, you little, stupif men. Instinct: to devour

• Having someone or something in front of it that wants to open the Mimic, it comes suddenly to live and grabs it with huge claws and jaws, appearing from the inside and flanks of the Mimic.
• Staying hidden until tried to be opened.