Felix hurried the cart down the road as the Goblin ranks broke apart and gave way to the horse. They finally had their straight shot to the village. No doubt word would now be sent to Weald of their arrival, but they'd have to deal with that when they could. As they entered the village, a lost of whispers and stares greeted them. Young goblings where dragged from the yards and back into the huts by worried mothers. Felix was used to feeling unwanted where he went, but even he could feel the cold shoulders. When the cart finally came to a stop, Nicholas jumped off the back. Another older goblin, this one in a simple robe, stood before him.

"Uh...hi there."

"Bring him inside. I will do what I can." Nicholas didn't appreciate the goblin's disapporiving frown. It was like he was declaring his old friend dead on sight. Felix had jumped in back and the pair of them pulled Ryder off the cart. Nicholas caught sight of the neighbors as they carried him in. They were concerned of the outsiders, but even the males looked terrified at the sight of the sick man. Some fled inside, others started to look more aggressive.

"Lovely bunch." Nicholas commented, but gave a stern look to Triston. If they had trouble here, Nicholas sincerely doubted their ability to handle a village of goblins.