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The raid had not gone well for Bok. When Taurl began to be lead off deeper into the woods and into rival territory, a blinding light struck Bok's right eye. Squinting, he saw a metallic glint in a nearby river. Taurl, Tovo, and Nabi continued walking. "Hold on...I've uh...got to tie my shoe!" Bok said. He looked down at his bare, green, thick-skinned feet and cursed at his foolish lie. Luckily, no one seemed to mind.

Bok went off, searching for the source of the glint. It farther away than he first imagined. A minute or so of walking later, and he found the source. A burlap back of gold coins was resting in a stream, the clear water running over the precious disks of metal, reflecting and keeping them clean. The stray goblin's eyes went wide as saucers, and he scrambled over to get a closer look. He made an appreciative noise, and slowly extended his claw towards the treasure, dropping Basher to the side as he became enraptured by the bag of coins. Picking one up between his middle and index finger, he held up it and the sun glinted off the precious metal. 

"Ooooh..." Bok said. 

"Oi!" A gruff, deep, and loud voice rang out. Bok yelped, dropping the coin, and scampered off into the trees and blended in with the foliage.

"Yeah, bugger off!" A... human called out. He picked up the bag of coins and fastened them to his belt loop. Bok saw this as he peaked from around a tree, and cursed. Large, overweight, with a thick black beard, wearing a red gambeson strapped on with studded leather armor, the mysterious stranger made sure the coins were on his belt. Apparently, they had come loose and fallen free.

"Knew there were goblins 'round these parts...shoulda been more careful." He grumbled as he scanned the forest, looking for Bok. Satisfied that the goblin wasn't going to ambush him, he tromped off into the trees. Bok, scared, clutched Basher close to his chest as he hid behind the trunk of a nearby tree. Once again, his eyes went wide.

"The raid! The raid!" Uncoordinated, he scrambled to his feet. He had lost track of his comrades who, as it turned out, probably didn't need his help anyway. He stumbled around in the forest for a good half hour before, defeated, returned to his camp, convinced that all of his friends horribly died without his help.

When he made his way back to camp, he saw the back end of Taurl. Secretly elated, he went over the tent and appeared behind Taurl as he heard Tovo's plight. Mortally wounded? Treant fruit the only cure? Well, this was certainly a chance to redeem himself after his embarrassing escapade. 

Taurl, determined, began to make his way out of the camp.

"Taurl! Taurl! Wait up!" Bok said, running up behind him. "I heard about Tovo- we gonna save 'im, yeah? Sorry about missin on the raid. I was...kidnapped by three humans, I had to kill them and got lost in the woods. I only just now made it back." He lied, nodding rapidly. 

"But, it won't happen again. Promise. Tovo, he's gonna be fit as a fiddle once I-...we, get this magical fruit."
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