The sun was streaming from the sky overhead with few clouds to block its light. In front of Nasher's cabin, metal pieces are strewn about infront of the building, some large pieces as far as the road itself. The figure of a little green goblin hunched over what seems to be a large barrel of somekind, happily content with his tinkerings. If one were to be actually listening, they'd here his ramblings about "Being the Ruler of the Skies" and other assorted rants to himself. A flash of light could be seen within the barrel, quickly followed by a loud "Crack" and the goblin falling backwards out of the barrel shaking his shocked hand. He kicks the barrel in anger, causing something to shift from within. A gout of flame burst from tthe back, causing the goblin scrambling to hold it in place as it shook violently. He let out a series of curses as the barrel finally stopped flaming. "Well that was exciting," Nahser said to himself as he plopped down to rest his legs.