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

Grit had simply waited at the entrance of the cave while the others woke up, occasionally yawning and giving his head a shake to force the remainder of his tiredness out. It didn't take long for a newer, to him, goblin to head out by himself. And shortly afterward one of the ones from the night before came to the mouth of the cave, calling out for the other goblin before leading the way out. Sure that the spear goblin was following, Grit walked after the first.

It was clear to Grit that the one had taken it upon himself to be the leader of the little group. It also became apparent that Grit was the only one of the three without a weapon... Perhaps he should get a large stick himself, or a rock maybe. He found himself scanning the forest floor for anything to use as a weapon, whether or melee or throwing. It was then that the spear wielder spoke up to him and introduced himself as Zats before asking for is own name, to which Grit replied with a simple answer, [color=aqua]"Grit."[/color]

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