Jack yawns as the tedium of the long walk gets to him.  So here he is in the middle of nowhere, looking for something or someone who attacked a small village homestead, this time.  Other than the loss of two cows, and the fact that none of the family saw what it was.  Or rather they each had a different idea of what it was that took the two cows. Normally he'd discount it as a typical tall tale when it was just bandits, but the odd claw marks, some form a large beast the other from something significantly smaller.  He'd have said Dragon originally, but none said the beast was one.<br/><br/>A pause as he notes that the sounds of animals go silent once more, his warrior's reflexes make him draw his weapon.  Standing in the center of the wooded area, the short male waits the blade spinning in his right hand as he awaits what next.  But a few minutes later the animals creep back into the area and the sound start up once more.  Not quite relaxing, Sir Jack Tailor of Leland resheathes his sword at his hip and contnues on his way.  Several hours later he comes at a crossroads.  Which isn't unusual normally, save that a goblin, short, twisted and picking his bulbous nose is sitting in the middle of the fork shaped intersection.<br/><br/>The large round head twists as he flicks his finger clean, "Oh, hello.  Looking for the right way to go?"<br/><br/>This confuses Jack as he's never seen a goblin, but all the tales have them depicted as vile creatures that would attack you first, not bothering to talk.  And his question is odd, does this little thing know of his current Tradition enforced quest?  However, being cautious, the human asks, "Right way to go...  Where?"<br/><br/>"To your destination, of course. Where else should one be going?"  It retorts back with an amused look on it's ugly mug.<br/><br/>"Which is where, exactly?" Jack presses, his face obscured by the plate helm.<br/><br/>"That, is a very good question," The green skinned and barely clad humanoid stands no more than a yard from single hair to toes, but he seems very comfortable talking to a taller male.  Another quick grin as he points to his right, Jack's left, "West is the Quest."<br/><br/>A point to the opposing direction and chants, "East is where the Beast lays."<br/><br/>And a jerk of thumb behind him, "And forward...  Well...  Here, nothing here is ever straightforward.  Where to go is up to you to decide, Friend."<br/><br/>"And what if my quest is a beast, Neighbour?"<br/><br/>"Then the choice is not so clear cut, now is it?"  With that statement the Goblin begins to fade, "However, whatever choice you make will most definitely lead to something interesting, don't you think?"<br/><br/>The last is a whisper on the wind, leaving the ex-Knight to ponder his decision for the next hour, his cautious nature halting him to consider what just happened.