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[Gobquest] Part 2

"Well we also trying to track him down. He been running, here, there, everywhere. Setting traps," says the lead goblin.

"Which tribe you gobs from? Who is Nitzbuk?" he continues.

"That be one smelly fox," says one of the gobs, still sniffing the air.
 

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OoC: I believe Glorath is still unseen?

IC: Glorath keeps down and his bow ready, not trusting the feathered goblins (big news!). He doesn't like the way this conversation might be headed.
 


Rakanishu grins nervously at the tribal goblins, shuffling a little closer to his loaded crossbow.

He looks to D'Bruuhl, then to the goblins, then to D'Bruuhl, then decides to take a risk.

"L-like our friend said... Nitzbuk... i-is our leader... g-great and m-mighty," Rakanishu stutters, "We are... from the T-t-tribe... of the R-rotten Fang..."
 

Ignoring the strange goblins, D'Bruuhl continues walking back where they came from on the path. When he hears Rakanishu talking to the others, he looks back and says to him, [gob]"We don't have time for this chatter. Come on. We are here to find Jazzad."[/gob] To the other goblins he says, [gob]"Remember, if he comes out this way, stop him for us, okay? ... Come on, Raka..."[/gob]
 

Rakanishu collects his crossbow and goes to follow D'Bruuhl but pauses when he realises he's leaving something behind.

He looks to Willy for a moment, then back to D'Bruuhl as he tries to think of something.

Rakanishu pretends he's seen something he's dropped and crouches down next to Willy. He unshoulders his backpack and gently places the fox inside and out of sight. Rakanishu stands back up again and follows D'Bruuhl out.

"V-very sorry... must go... in hurry," he says.
 



As the group retreats, the leader says to the others. "Broken Fang tribe not very friendly."

One of them see Willy, the fox. "There! The fox!" They look at each other confused, then at the group, asking for an explanation. Their hands are at their blowdarts.
 


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