[center][h1][color=aqua]Goblin Grit[/color][/h1][/center]

[color=f26522]"Come brothers! The night is fast approaching and our prey has gone to ground. Now we must rest for another day of hunting in the morning."[/color]

Grit looked up from his collection of berries on the ground, just in time to see what he thought was the goblin who called out pass between two trees. With a sigh, and growling stomach, he looked back to his berries. He had gathered more than he thought he would, but they were small bunches of different colors and he had no idea which ones were edible. He couldn't afford the risk of getting poisoned, and he couldn't stay out any longer.

With another sigh Grit gathered up the berries and walked back to the cave, walking slow so as to be more careful and not drop any berries. Walking into the cave he watched as a pair of other goblins seemed to just finish talking about something with the older goblin. Thinking it as good a time as any, Grit walked up to the old goblin, holding out the berries, "Can you tell me which are safe to eat?" It was all he said, there wasn't anything else for him to talk about. But he did look around, weren't there supposed to be more of them here?

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