Rudy had been busy with his usual shtick, as he always had - traveling, hunting, smelling the flowers... occasionally killing someone. Yet on a fine night such as this one, he had no desire to get into conflict. Maybe his travels turned him cynical, and his hot blood had finally frozen? Who knew wandering aimlessly lacked so much purpose and ambition?

[i]Maybe it's time I found somewhere to rest,[/i] he thought, following up with a soul-crushing sigh.

That's when his nose filled with the scent of flame. Someone was setting up camp, perhaps?

[i]If it's a group of humans I could be eating good tonight...[/i]

The thought was cut short when, as he grew closer, he heard the sound of a human begging for their lives before being silenced. 

[i]Oh? Monsters, then, or perhaps a dispute between the humans?[/i]

He grew closer, sneaking through bushes and hiding behind trees to the best of his ability - which, all things considered, was actually piss-poor. By the time he could see the flicker of flame maybe about 40 feet or so away from his current position, the curious goblin had committed one of the ultimate sins of stealth: making noise. 

Indeed. His body shook once over and his heart sank to his stomach at the snapping sound he had just made, definitely loud enough that at least someone camping over there could make out. Looking down at his feet, he saw the source of the loud noise: a pile of twigs just sitting there, perfectly laid out for his demise.

"Fuck," he whispered to himself before trying his best to crouch behind some bushes in hopes that no one would see him.