"I don't feel like spending any more time on that man." Druid Girl said in response to Big Red's comment about getting more info out of the farmer. "I'll look around for signs of these goblins."

With that, she took her oak staff and began to slowly move her way over to the fence-line. It was clear that the usually bright girl was not inclined to waaste her time on people that she didn't like, even if they potentially held useful information. It might be considered foolish, or even childish, but the caramel-skinned girl didn't really mind. Someone who lacked empathy for others wasn't worth her time. She began inspecting the fence once she stood next to it, looking at the shoddy wooden posts and planks that made up the wasit-high perimeter.

[i]Meanwhile...[/i]

The barn was as unimpressive on the inside as it was on the outside. Hay in dire need of changing littered the floor and there were plenty of small holes and gaps in the walls. The faarmer was busy brushing off the old nag, with a brush that looked more like it was made from porcupine spines than anything else. At the lizardman's intrusion and comment, the old leathery-skinned man looked up from his work.

"What they stole? Damn near anything they can get their grubby lil' green hands on, that's what!" The man spat. "My well-bucket, length of rope, some o' my chicks, sacks o' wheat, empty sacks, horse shoes! Them lil' varmints don't care what it is, so long as it aint nailed down, they'll swipe it!" He grumbled, putting more force into his brushing, which caused the mare to neigh in discomfort. This caught the farmer's attention and he calmed down a bit, muttering something under his breath. "As for where the things keep comin' from, it's to the north, northwest. Always shows up at dusk too when they come. Reckon they cain't too keen on daylight, ain't never seen one around during sun-hours." He stated bluntly.

[i]Mean-meanwhile...[/i]

"Hm... Strange." Druid Girl said as she inspected the ground around a certain portion of the fence. "That man made it sound like there were many goblins stealing things, but I can only find traces that maybe two or three have been here recently... Unless they're smart enough to walk in a long line, with perfect footwork to step in each others' tracks... Which I kind of doubt." The young druid said, a sardonic smirk on her lips as she brushed some grass aside with her hand. "Maybe it's the same goblins who keep coming back to steal things?" She asked, aloud, to nobody in particular.

It was afternoon now, but the sun would still be out for hours yet. Though being said, finding the goblins hideout could take who-knows-how long. Honestly though, Druid Girl just wanted to get off the farm. Places like this always rubbed her the wrong way. Seeing animals penned in and subjugated to confined spaces made her skin itch and teeth gnash. She understood the usefulness of husbanry and domestication, but that didn't mean she liked or approved of it. Shaking her head, she turned to Steppe Archer and waved the lion-maned girl over.

"I found some signs and tracks over here! But I bet you're better at following them than me, I don't really specialize in bipeds after all." She laughed a bit at her own stupid joke.