While the other Goblins mastered walking and talking he spent most of his free time trying to figure out what a gardener was. He instinctively made sure not to fall too much behind the others when it came to walking and talking, but his near constant quietness and stillness would no doubt give the illusion he was lazy. It was only at the end of the second day that he could walk more than five steps without hugging the cave wall.

Stegs as he was recently named did talk to some of the others a bit, though that was more to imitate what words they could say than it was to get to know them. There was plenty of time for that after all. Mere seconds after he was finally able to say gardener, which when spoken out loud  briefly made him envision things called plants and strange tools, Grandpa told them that the next day they had to provide for themselves.

The young Goblin spent the rest of the day near the entrance of the cave imagining all the different plants he would see and then grow in the cave for food and to make it look nicer, until he eventually fell asleep.

The next morning when he woke up he nearly ran outside, until he remembered about the dangers Grandpa had warned him about. so he waited and watched other goblins go first. Including a trio that brought weapons along. After some deliberation he decided to follow them and maybe team up, but he tripped on something as he headed towards the entrance. On closer inspection the "something" turned out to be another Goblin, one he had never seen before.

[color=39b54a]"Sorry about that."[/color] Suddenly he got an idea a Goblin that was that good at not being seen might be a real help. [color=39b54a]"Wanna hunt together?"[/color]