In the dusky luscious chartreuse forest lies a curious grass colored goblin who've been meddling with a piece of screw. The goblin himself only wears rag, dirtied and muddied by the many scars and escapes it had endured through it's life. The minuscule metal drill seems to be vital to it's survival, quite advance contrasting to the goblin overall. The goblin was curious... but such could have killed him. There was a eerie scream, a call of help. It was something that all goblins are familiar with. The goblin was shaking as the loud grunting and screaming of its kin was heard from behind him. The rustling of the bushes urged the goblin to hide behind a tree, covering himself from seemingly impending doom. The hacking of the blade are drawn closer to the goblin. The goblin closed it mouth shut as it still carries that loose screw in the palm of it's right hand. "Summoner, we are closer to repairing that punny robo" The goblin swiftly looked to his right to see his reflection across the sharp blade. There was a mysterious hooded person wielding the powerful weapon and a rainbow-esque fairy flutter, unaware of the target hiding an item. They seem to be conversing, although it's more so a one-sided conversation. As she has been speaking about a strange concept, she seem to be squinting as the goblin. The hooded person took notice of this, looking in the fairy's direction. The goblin is not sure if he's truly spotted due to the uncanny silence in which there was no action... As of yet. The blade has been raised and ambush as been unleashed by the other goblins who've surveillance through the branches. There was a slash that scarred the charging goblin, dropping their clubs. The goblin who's left to watch, scurrying away with a clutch. Yet, The hooded monster continued to step towards goblin, preparing to swing with heavy force. It seems to be happy to get the mission over with. He swings, The goblin covered it's eyes, not wanting to rot... Nothing seems to happen, no injury was taken... For a moment, he thought he died... drawing the hands off his face reveals a wandering merchant guarding him with a unseen barrier. This had repelled the monster back, with the fairy going by its side. The merchant seems to be a jester by the mask and hat, yet an explorer as noted by the large baggage he carries and the huge coat he wears. "I'm sorry fellow Summoner, by I'll take this friend instead" The human languages were quite alien to the goblin. However, there seems to be a serene feeling with the merchant guarding him. Looking outside of this, he's not sure whether the incoming hostility will be dropped. "Hey, listen. We need to get a screw to repair our mechanical friend of ours... Can you tell the goblin to give it back to us..?" "Perhaps" Instead, the merchant tossed a screw, a different screw. This lustrous gold screw wasn't caught by the fairy, it kinda just stumbled. She picked it up, holding it as the summoner slowly gets up... The summoner picked up his sword back and well... They carried on their way back to the Robo. "Well then, this is relieving..." The goblin has tucked on the long sleeves of the merchant, grabbing his attention. The merchant followed the goblin to see the previous one who'd fallen to the slash... The goblin laid down, then get up with his arms packed. The merchant took a moment to think and untied the shovel from his baggage. "I'm sorry friend but... I can't heal them... it's too late. I'm a Jack of all Trades, not a Consciumancer. The least we could do is return them to a peaceful rest then to have them exposed. Gather some of these, okay?" Jack picked up a few rocks and piled them. The goblin slowly get the message looked around for some rocks. Jack started to dig a hole. The goblin searched around for some rocks, yet it was barren for the resource he was looking for... Then he recall a river nearby, filled with many of the pebbles. It was the afternoon by the lukewarm river. The goblin collected a handful for each hand, sitting on the grass as it contemplate it's life for a seemingly long moment. The ebb of the river had the air a rather soft repetition of sound to the point where it was minimal. The chirping of the mocking bird from a bit afar gave a sense of order to the goblin's life, an endearing pattern to soothe him. After a while, he got up to meet with Jack. The holes were filled, with not having to grow on the patch just yet. There were sticks poorly connected to form a cross, marking the couple of graves. The goblin would gently place down the handful or sticks, awaiting the Jack's instructions. Jack would took one handful of rocks and circles it around a patch, giving a tilted nod to the goblin to do so as well with the other patch. They gave their silence as they placed the stones. It was getting dark, Jack goes to his luggage to gather supplies for the tent. He assembles them cautious, with the goblin setting up a campfire site for the two to share. The goblin attempt to start a fire, with a piece of flint and the screw he carries. He clashes to the two together in a swift manner onto the piles of branches and a light sparked. The fire was coming greatly, with the goblin sitting back. Jack finished setting up the tent and sat along side the goblin. "Hmm... Are you okay..? Wait, what's your name..?" The goblin couldn't speak despite it's attempt, although slowly getting a grip on language. "Ahh... My bad... My name is Jack and may I call you Olive?" "O-Ol-ive..?" "Yeah, Olive. Maybe I could try to teach you, although I'm not the greatest teacher. Maybe we could go the Kingdom to help you learn... Would you like to be my partner..?" "W-what a part-ner..?" "A friend who helps each other, like I protecting you from the summoner. Do you get it?" Olive squint as he attempts to think of what to say and what was spoken... Although he gets a vague idea through the small gestures that Jack has made. Olive nodded. "So what do you say..?" Jack reached his arm out, having his palm empty. Olive is not sure what to do but reached out as well in response. Jack gently grabs Olive's hand and shakes slowly. Jack lets go to show that the partnership has been signed. The slithering fire coils as the two sat still. It was the night.