Gribnox returned home as the sun dipped below the horizon, his body tired from the journey back to the farm. He'd spent the day visiting Murkfang and the others at the main settlement, checking on how things were progressing and informing them about what was happening with Byung via his son's dreams, and catching up on news he'd otherwise miss in their isolated location. The horse ride back always took longer than he remembered, his legs aching from the distance, but it was worth it to maintain connections with his fellow goblins even after choosing this life as they were more understanding to his choices than they would have been without Byung.
He pushed open the door to their modest dwelling expecting to find Naz preparing their evening meal, perhaps with little Grigmor playing nearby with the carved wooden toys Gribnox had made for him.
