[h1][center][color=orange]Zectoll[/color][/center][/h1]

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[i]Day 5:Foreign Blood[/i]

Zectoll's solemn reflection was disturbed by the sudden arrival of several goblin-like forms at the mouth of the cave. He quickly rose, standing behind Grandpa, Horn in hand ready to defend the cave along side his brethren. Though it seemed these beings were not here to invade the cave, but were fleeing from something. Their plea to seek refuge in the cave seemed to have been met with favor with the other goblins. If the others were fine with letting these new comers in, then he would not offer any resistance. After all, these beings were Goblins, like himself, though the goblin with the dark purplish skin made him wonder. Kishi would certainly have wanted to give them shelter, Zectoll thought.

While the others were intrigued with the "magic book" offered up by the one known as Shiba, Zectoll was more preoccupied with the sharp looking object in the possession of the grayish purple goblin. [color=orange] What manner of creature wields a horn such as this?[/color] Zectoll thought to himself. Even more importantly to him however, was the fact that there existed beings who hunt goblins to the point of entering into their homes and slaughtering them all. He had many questions for these new comers, but that could wait. He would leave the diplomacy and getting the newcomers settled in to Lomen, Stegs, and Luz. 

[color=orange] I, Zectoll, accept their proposal as well.[/color] A great deal had transpired, and the day had barely even begun Zectoll felt himself being overwhelmed. In order to ease his mind, Zectoll slipped into his [b]Predator Stance[/b] and began to stalk around just outside the cave. He found a tree, and climbed up it, hiding among st its branches and leaves he waited for the other goblins to begin their trek outside the cave, his eyes scanning the forest floor and horizon.