It has been a while since grim saw his fast running assailants, he was glad that he found no problems crawling through the thick underbrush of the grassland, happy to know that the dangerous creatures didn't mess with him all throughout his journey, up until he saw the flickering lights in the distance-

The place was the symbol of tranquility as its inhabitants peacefully slept within closed windows, the villagers within the small town taking a good night's rest without any worry, knowing that the log walls that surrounded the place, along with the dozen guards that patrolled kept them safe, the small Iqor village was a place where most can stay the night in.

Though it did have its flaws, the massive walls that were erected thanks to the help of thralls cannot easily get penetrated, and unless the invaders were extremely strong or perhaps capable of digging through underneath, anyone trying to go through the walls directly would have a hard time.

With the few that did being bandits that forced the townspeople to get out of the town itself, away from the safety of the walls.

But those invaders were direct. And it did work but the larger numbers of the townspeople that now fought back became a problem.

But that's history that is of no importance to the current predicament the village faces for an infiltrator did indeed attack them in their midst but he wasn't as direct as the bandits, and his goal wasn't something as petty as money, or even women, though he does belong to a race that would otherwise pick such rewards but no, Grim wanted something more than that, Grim wanted to live.

He was...

No.

He felt familiar with this place and its inhabitants. Almost as if he'd been here before, he tried to dig and dig through his mind, trying to find the reason for such familiarity.

He spent a while and he found none so Grim continued forward, leaving behind the hole he used to get through.

The place was lit, almost as if it was day, the inhabitants here created items that enabled him to see as if the sun was up. Primitive. Was his thought as he looked at the shabbily attached torched of the surrounding village, he felt pride, it came from deep within him, from a time where he was at the top, a time where he didn't need to hunt. A time where night was day, it was just like this where he came from, except widespread.

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Emotions, he did not know he had surged within him like a waterfall, it imitated the flow of tears that on his cheek. Just like when he was stuck at the cave, unmoving, Grim cried. He did not know...

Nor will you ever. A voice said within his head, Tori. The one whom gave him this second chance, he felt inclined to listen to her, thinking that he can never repay that debt. Grim knew he was dying before he was brought here, he knew what his situation was before he was put into that white space, and well, he knew what they did. Whether there was an afterlife or not he did not know for certain, and even if it did, he does not care.

Grim wiped his tears and trekked onward.

It was simple, his parents would leave for the week and he would be left alone during that time then they would come back, same as always without fail. He had a bad feeling about it this time around but it was easily waved off by his older brother, saying that he was no longer a child, much to his dismay, they left.

The day went on and well, nothing happened, still, he wasn't able to shake the feeling off and it has stirred him awake ever since. Doubts still invading his mind, the young man fell asleep.

Grim looked forward to his loot after this, his familiarity with the surrounding (even though he has deemed the settlement as something primitive,) should be an indication that the place should be a treasure chest at best, a drawer at its worse.

He has been dodging human after human, considering them as something dangerous that he should look out for, not only are they larger than him, but his instincts yelled at him to avoid them. And he did, the darkness of the surrounding area helped with this.

Eventually, Grim was able to find a youse with a weird attachment to its side, it was larger than the others and the roofed shed simply added to its bulk.

Finding his way in, Grim was able to find a tools that were too large for him to use, they glistened with the same shine the blades of the older goblins possessed from his memory. Other than that, he was able to find firewood stacked unto one another inside a storage unit.

The small goblin, in spite of the fact that he has considered the object too large for his use, decided to attempt handling the different tools around the shed, and, obviously, it was fruitless. The tools proved far too heavy for his use.

His failed attempt didn't stop him from snooping around still, and he soon found out that the door leading to the house was unlocked.

Grim went in.