The woods had few places to serve as a landmark, and Marric's wandering took a while, moving among the old animal paths and checking clearings. The sun on the sky seemed to show noon approaching, shade of trees actually getting a little cooler, and comfortable to roam in. Entering the woods, Marric could tell it had taken a half an hour to walk there from the town, and the lines in the gauntlet had not returned to more than three quarters by now, and starting at half that suggested it took that two hours to recover then. Another hour stuck as a woman, at least.<br/><br/>There was some noise fairly near, and Marric noticed it before they noticed him. Goblins. Four goblins with red tattoos along their arms, carrying what appeared to be a regal dining chair. Resting on that chair was a large goblin man with arms from shoulders to fists covered in tattoos, growling to the smaller goblins in a guttural, angry seeming language.<br/><br/>The group of them seemed unaware of his, or 'her' presence, carrying the larger goblin somewhere it seemed. The goblin being carried lifted up a small bowl, popping berries in his mouth, seeming to be at least well respected to be treated the way he was in that journey. There had been no signs of the faeries pond this time, but Marric did notice the hills to the distance too. Heading there would mean not following the goblins though.