Nick woke up.
He was rather good at it, he reckoned. His eyes opened and the dream, which it must've been, was gone. Instantly he sat up and looked around in the darkness. Some light passed in from a hole in the wall and lit the cave up to a point where no kind of torch was needed to see. An elderly, ancient goblin stood there. Watching the fresh batch of goblins. Nick pulled himself into an upright position and with another incredible ability managed to alternate his weight between the lower stumps that shot out of his torso and thus move the entirety of his entity forward, toward this ancient being. 
He locked eyes with her and felt en incredible warmth and wisdom coming from inside. He smelled the air around her and somehow remembered that smell together with safety and tenderness... And a good thrashing for something. 
He opened his mouth and spoke to her, with a worried expression on his face and the kind of deliberate articulation that made very clear that even the act of speaking took up a considerable amount of brain capacity.
"Hello"

Not waiting for a reply, Nick's eyes were on the move. He turned away and bent over so far that, in order to keep his balance, he had to put some weight on his arms. Scurrying around in there on all four like a dog or a rat or a cat or a mouse or a tortoise...
What was he doing again? 
He sat down to figure it out, he had been doing something, otherwise he couldn't forget what it was. You don't forget nothing. His eyes wandered around the cave and fell to the floor where a smooth pebble was stuck with a ray of sunshine. Happy about this new discovery he dragged himself over to it, completely forgetting about the revolutionary locomotive system that he'd used the lower stumps for earlier. He picked up the pebble and held it between two fingers. As he held it, it became warmer. Thinking that the pebble might get uncomfortably warm he put it back down on the ground again. 

The mighty roar of a battling dragon of the demon realm was heard and instantly drew Nick's attention to it in short bursts. A big, fat goblin tried to make himself into a pancake to escape the sound. He looked terrified and sweaty. Then the sound came again, this time from the fat goblin's middle part, the big one. Fatty left the cave, using an ingenious mode of transportation where he moved his lower stumps to go forward. Nick tried his hardest to imitate the fat one, but he hadn't eaten enough, not even if he held his breath and puffed up his cheeks did he look anywhere near the big one. 

Not wanting to leave this new comrade, Nick picked up Pebble and walked out into the forest and the sunshine. 
The big fat one tasted a leaf. So did Nick. He didn't care for it much, but kept eating it because in the second that it had taken Nick to pick up the leaf that had fallen from the fat one's unmentionables he'd already wandered away and was putting something else in his mouth. It was going to be a long day.