Griz's vision was swimming and his breathing was getting more and more ragged as he went along. The adrenaline had long past and now the goblin's stride devolved into a limping gait. The numerous cuts he sustained from the pursuit had stopped bleeding but he was almost sure that the mud, even now that it dried upon his body and clothing, would risk infection if he didn't get clean soon. Worst of all was the swelling in his left ankle and the constant throbbing pain where the orc punched him. Likely a sprain and a couple fractured ribs; injuries that were far from fatal but were very painful to endure. He wasn't sure how much longer could he keep this up.

Finally, a light in the distance sparked hope in his heart. He was near. So close to safety and security, yet it all seemed so far. Griz mustered all that remained of his strength contained in his battered little body and pushed on to the task's completion.[hr]A goblin with a stone-tipped spear lazily looked onto the darkness of the forest ahead of him, it had been hours since anything of interest happened and that was when he saw a young hunter, he thinks his name was Breden, limping after a botched hunt. Other than that? It was just the boring usual of seeing goblins going in and out and maybe seeing a funny looking cloud in the sky. He prayed to the gods for something exciting to happen. And he got his answer in the form of a bloodied and beaten dirt-caked goblin that carried a burlap sack. [b]"Griz? What in the nine hells happened to you?!"[/b] He asked in mild panic while rushing to help the battered goblin, it was very rare for him to see Griz this messed up. Hells, even earlier today he saw him chatting with another guard and he didn't worse for wear at the time. [color=khaki]"Got...into some trouble...but got some great loot...in return."[/color] Griz tried to smile, but all he produced was a tired wince. The burlap sack was finally released from his grip and its contents spilled out to be seen under the torchlight. There were a number of precious gems, varying from amethysts to opals, and some human coins that looked like silver but were much shinier.

Though the most eye-catching items were the pair of runed short swords of Dwarven origin and a necklace with an obsidian pendant resembling a black dragon with baleful emerald eyes, clutching covetously onto its chest where a lone lapis lazuli star is embedded. [b]"G-griz...where did you even get this?"[/b] Griz only had one thing to say. [color=khaki]"North."[/color] Before promptly passing out in the arms of the guard goblin. [b]"Griz? Griz! Someone, please help!"[/b]