Jitter slumbered on the rocky ground, he twitched and shifted as he slept. With a sudden jolt his eyes slammed open. He shifted nto a sitting position, eyes wide as he took in the sudden change of scenery. 

Was it even a change of scenery? A sudden new flood of twitches happened as a foggy image of a darkened space trickled into his mind.

He put one shaky green hand against his lumpy forehead as the image faded away and was quickly forgotten. His stomach growled and he got to to his unstable feet, a much more important task brought to the forefront of his mind, finding food.

He grew more sure footed as he took his first steps. After having a quick talk with an elderly goblin near the mouth of the cave it was made apparent that no, she would not feed him and that he would have to find his own food.

Jitter began to creep out of the cave, his cowardice outweighed by the need for food. He ignored the large goblin sampling everything around him and slowly creeped off to the right, looking for anything that looks edible.