The mid-day sun had begun to rise to its peak in the open sky and it was proving to be a nice summer day in Jastrey. If one were to walk past Rasiri's cabin on that fine day expecting to hear the sounds of birds chirping, they might hear a few here and there. But it would be interupted repeatedly by the sounds of a little hammer smashing away at some sort of contraption and the obscenities being shouted by a scratchy goblin voice as he scrapes a knuckle here or gets a finger jammed in a gear there. But, if one were to stay a little and listen to the commotion just for a few moments longer, theyed hear what sounds to be the maniacly laughter as his contraption comes to life. "Live damn you!!! LIVE!!!!" Nashers voice echoed from the cabin over the sounds of whirring gears and grinding metal. Suddenly, the goblins excitement changed to terror as he began to yell of something "not being right" and "Save me immortals, its on fire!" and such other. If one were to have stayed through all of this and decided to continue to be entertained up to this point, they would then see a screaming little goblin running out the cabin, slamming the door just in time for a large gear to be blown through the door and into the street, leaving a goblin sized hole in the door and acrid black smoke billowing out. Nasher stood there, blast marks riddling his face. "Well that was exciting!" the goblin proclaimed.
"Where the pit have you been, Ward?" the blast streaked goblin asked as he looked back from the smoking cabin. "Actually, don't really care. I'm sure you'll be thrilled to know that I have made great strides today in the name of Goblin kind. Well, it kinda blew up..." The goblin said as he put his hands on his chin inquisitively. "But it did look really cool! And look! Now I can get into my own house without having to stretch for the bloody doorknob! I sure am brilliant, aren't I Ward?" A small pop came from the cabin as more sprockets and gears popped against the walls. "Though, you might want to go put that out," Nasher said giggling.
Rasiri, who had been out doing things, came home to a hole in his front door and a goblin in the street. "Oh immortals not again." And sinks his head into his hands