Nabi's mind, and her eyes, were wandering as Olric continued to hammer away at the shovel. All the various metal-forged items that she saw around the hut prompted her to ponder what exactly they would be used for. Even though deep down she supposed it probably wasn't true, she couldn't help but feel like every other goblin in the tribe had a more interesting job than her. Tending to pigs and chickens or planting crops out in the dirt was far from an exciting way to live. She couldn't understand how Gabi could do it every day without losing her mind. Their mother had worked every day of her life as a farmer too, when she wasn't busy caring for one of the eight litters she had before dying last year in an attack by a rival tribe. When Olric was finished with the shovel and handed it back to her, Nabi got to her feet and then laughed softly at his quip before she looked down at her feet. "Can't wait . . . I'm sure my sister will put me to work with it right away. Well, I guess I'll be going now then. Thanks." She then started towards the exit with the shovel held in both hands. Her pigtails bouncing with each of her steps.