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Zogi kept an eye out for his fellow monstrous brethren, after all. Being but a pot-bellied little goblin, he possessed an inexhaustible amount of energy that saw him scramble from one place to the next, helping the kobold, treant, and naga all with hauling and foraging for various forest stuffs, while ensuring Muste, of course, that little ol' Zogi would handle picking up all the stuff that their tentacle-faced overlord wished for them to!

It was hard work, but honest work, and the sunlight felt good in a 'this was pretty novel, even if the dank dark of the dungeon was far more comforting' kind of manner. The shiny-nosed goblin did what he had to do, picking up rocks and sticks, leaves and branches. He took exceptional care with the few wildflowers that the kobold discovered, ensuring that they were mostly still stuck in the patch of soil they grew from. And in the meanwhile, what he REALLY wanted was to look for thick mats of moss that he could gather up and bring back, as well as any fallen logs that may be hiding some marvelous fungi treats. Perhaps those depressing little things could grow even in the absence of the sun?

[b]"Alright, boys, les wrap it up here. Good job all around; let me handle the fancyin' up of the place once we get back home!"[/b]