Jaarm enthusiastically shook the hand of the red haired Goblin who agreed to help him out. "How to hunt? Stick? Stone?" Before the light green Goblin could say anything it seemed the choice was already made. Now that he had found at least one ally who  even thought to arm himself Jaarm felt a bit more confident. He had to agree that picking up a weapon was smart, but the didn't like the fact that if missed with a stone he would once more be defenseless and so decided to look for a heavy long stick out in the forest.

Speaking of which, the forest still made him nervous but he knew he could no longer put it off. After taking a deep breath, he set foot out of the cave for the first time. The fact he wasn't immediately attacked helped him calm down a bit more. He still looked around for a good heavy branch though. Luckily for him he saw one close enough that was still in sight of the cave entrance, trusting his partner to follow him. Unfortunately though the branch was rotten and when he tried to pick it up a group of ants rushed out biting his hand. While they only did a small bit of damage, the scare and pain were enough to send him crying back to the only safe place he knew.