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After hearing the speech from the old goblin, he knew for sure what he should do. He went outside and before looking for any horned rabbit, he went look for some tougher tree branches, hopefully one small enough for him to swing with ease.

No more food? Nothing unexpected, certainly someone has to at least feed themselves if they wish to live. Dying unmemorably? Why die at all? Live life to its fullest and keep living would be the best. Sadly, things did die as time went on, didn't they?

Arch thought quietly to himself at a corner, rather amazed at the name he got.

As for how to deal with the dangers of the world beyond... and how to kill the horned rabbits, he knew he had to find out himself. At least, he was told a bit about what was out there.

After observing the goblins moving around and about, he went out to look for a solid branch from a tree. Something half as big as him at most. While it took a while to find one solid enough that wouldn't just bend upon swinging at bushes, he felt ready.

With that he went about to observe the hunters and the rabbits, to get used to how the rabbits fought and the best way to kill them. Who'd be stupid enough to just go after one without even knowing how it fights?