Brush with Goblins, Tight with Titus (and Versatitus)! --

Hello Titus Caleti of Bruie! (Goodbye, Fatus Titi of Edinburgh.) And...
 
Well met, Oisin Bandersnatch! I've lived all my years without meeting a friendly elf and yet, the moment I lose my job and am ejected from my home, I find a friendly elf. Life is full of surprises.
 
Like our startling encounter today. An organized (?) assault on a noble and his escorts. What a party! Goblins vs. nobles. They were lucky we arrived, and Oisin and I were lucky we were not the only ones to arrive. There were goblins on bluffs, goblins on the road, and goblins offroad as backup. In retrospect, this seemed more like a perfect storm of goblins than a chance meeting. Well met, Titus of Bruie.
 
And now, I seem to have a new boss. The child noble, Titus, seems to have saved us from a brigand's sentence, while indenturing us to a... beefy gladiator, Versatitus (?). (Yes, another titus!) I hope he's more trusting and faithful than my old, odd Fatus.
 
When the clouds part, the sun shines. I feel like the sun shines on me.
 
Well met, all! What do we call ourselves?