[color=khaki]"I hoped for more but 7 should be enough."[/color] Griz said just as the village's resident blacksmith had made himself known and expressed his desire to help in the patrol. Griz, for one, was glad that even despite the smith's advanced age, good ol' Koglan still had a fire that burned as hot as his forge inside of him. 

Sadly enough, not everyone was happy to have Koglan in the patrol. 

It seemed that the village's tryhard was not having any of the 'antics' of the elder goblin. Griz was about to intervene when Breden defended the old smith without a second thought. The simple act done by Breded spoke volumes of how much he had grown over the past season. From the shy mild mannered goblin hunter that could barely hunt a deer, to current Breden. 

The confident goblin hunter-warrior that stood before Gurs. A warrior nearly a year older than he was.

Gurs clicked his tongue with irritation after Breden's defense and suggestion that the senior hunter be the one to lead the patrol group. He was almost sure that if he acted all tough and in charge, the rest would just follow him. But he didn't expect that Breden, of all goblins, to be the one to go act up against him. Regardless, his plan failed and he there was nothing else for him to do but gripe. [b]"Fine, but if the old codger dies, I'm telling the chief that it's everyone's fault but mine."[/b] Gurs finishes as he intentionally bumps into Breden and glancing to Griz and muttering the word 'freak' under his he walks back to position.

Griz, not letting Gurs' actions dissuade him, began explaining that they would be beginning their patrol by securing that there were any traces of the rival tribe's presence in the village's immediate perimeter. Then afterward they would begin following the patrol route proper. From the hunting and foraging grounds in the immediate area, up to the tribal borders. They would be sweeping the area for any sign or clues, and hopefully this would be a peaceful patrol. 

But fate rarely cared to follow plans.