[color=khaki]"I thank you for the welcome but, as I said, I won't be here for long."[/color] Griz says with a polite nod of his head. The druid then asked if Griz had 'interesting' hunts over the course of his life. This caused Griz to be at a loss for words for a moment. Twig had only given him a quick once-over and he could already derive that Griz had experienced with the lessons of nature. He was not like other goblins; who only saw scars as proof of bravery or, in more cases than goblins like to admit, idiocy. [color=khaki]"Yes...yes, I have."[/color] Griz said while unconsciously moving a hand over the freshly healed cut. 

The woodland held many manners of beasts and monsters. Any seasoned hunter worth his weight in salt knew that failures and blunders are inevitable. Nature is a cruel but fair teacher; giving an equal opportunity for any creature, a chance to learn its lesson. But it was only those that learned and adapted from those mistakes, were allowed to live.

Griz was no exception. 

The druid then asked him how familiar he was with the woods. Vox had answered the question for him. [color=khaki]"True. Vox and I are one of the few hunters in the tribe that can navigate through the woods, night or day, like it were the back of our hands."[/color] Though he hated navigating at night. It raised too many dangers that he would have liked and was usually not worth leaving the safety of the village.