The sound of pots and pans could be clanking together down the road. Nasher could be seen walking up the road from his cabin with an abnormally large pack on his back, a few loose ends swaying free in the breeze. The goblin looked tired as if he haddn't slept for several days as he trudged up by the Shady Corner. He looked to enter but thought better of it as he continued on his way. He had been mumbling something under his breath, undistinguishable by most.
The goblin continued on down the road. He mumbled something about "horrible dreams" as he continued past the wall. His steps seemed slowed and sluggish from his lack of sleep. He slowly disappered down the trail, his figure covered by trees.