As you get closer to the corner you see some bushes moving up ahead. As you get closer it turns dark and cold. The hair starts to stand up on your neck and you start to shiver. You start to say to yourself 'It's nothing... it's just the wind' but you know that you are lying to yourself... you just can't admit it... your terrified. But it draws you closer and closer, and it gets colder and colder. When you get there you just can't help yourself you peer behind the bushes. Now, you are shocked at what you see... it's a Moblin rolling in the mud. He doesn't notice you so you just keep looking...

Grenada reaches the corner when he hears a rustling in the bushes. It's cold, colder than it was before. He passes it off as the day closing, it is getting darker. As he peers around, he finally sees it... A moblin, rolling in the mud? That's all? He had no time to waste with creatures such as this, so he wants to pay it no mind, but it keeps drawing him closer. Such a simpleton... he rustles the nearest bush to get it's attention.

Seeing the little Deku the Moblin is clearly shocked. He stands up, runs around in three complete circles around the mud pit. Then, he sits in front of a rock as if he was reading something, he is still, he is quiet... waiting.

Grenada is confused. This moblin seemed scared of him. Maybe he could use that to his advantage... Slowly he began approaching the moblin, though he stayed out of the mud. He wanted to see what the beast would do, so he flashed an evil smile.

Julian watches with narrowed eyes.'What a strange moblin.' Julian thinks to himself. He walks toward Grenada, his feet making a light thump on the dry ground. "Grenada, why is this moblin afraid of you," Julian inquires as he removes his staff in case the moblin became violent.

I don't know, I haven't done anything yet, but I'm thinking about it.

His dry smile is hard and ruthless, aimed at the moblin, it needs to be a little more scared. He keeps moving closer and closer, attempting to back the Moblin into the nearest tree. His hand traces down and finds the hilt of his sword slowly, but that's where it stays. His eyes stay locked menacingly into the eyes of the creature...

Grenada, what are you doing? Darilan thinks as he peers from behind a tree. He moves out of sight and and stands with his back on the tree trunk. Images ran through his mind, a horrible sequence of them. He saw Grenada with red eyes and his evil smile, several flashes of the sword in the moonlight, the Moblin begging, a swipe of the sword, and then the color red.

The Moblin now noticed a couple creatures moving toward him, so he stands up sprints to the nearest patch of tall grass and dove in. The grass only went up about 1-2 feet so half of it was clearly visible... but he didn't know that. He layed there still, trying to hide from the evil creatures...[/i]

The Moblin is most definatly not a minion. He seems to be uncivilized like many of his kind. Darilan never came across one so jumpy.

Julian smiles at the useless attempt to hide from Grenada. "Grenada that tall grass is probably taller than you so why don't you let me cut it down a bit," Julian whispers and then walks calmly to the patch of tall grass. He slowly removes his staff, carefully making sure he makes no sound. And then swipes at the center of the tall grass like a scythe. The grass is carried away by the wind and the grass is no longer as tall as it once was. Julian then grins widely and aims directly at the grass. He begins to poke through the grass in hopes of the moblin to react.

Looking around and seeing that his cover is no more, the Moblin turns to the group and bows then says in common "I mean no harm. I am trying to make it back to the swamp... to my home. But the way is blocked, so I have been staying here where no one would bother me... but I was wrong. I can move to a different spot if I am in the way but if not then I will stay until the way is open."

"We figured that you ment no harm, moblin. My friend over here was just having a little fun I suppose. Just out of curiosity, why are you so far away from your home?" Julian says with his staff still in hand and his eyes narrowing.

"I have traveled here in search for money, I have a poor family and we need money for food, can you help? " The Moblin said smiling. 'Great he bought it, now all I have to do is wait for the perfect time to strike...'

"Why of course, here take these," Julian says as he removes a few rupees from his satchel. His eyes now wide as he smiles at the moblin. His face giving a strange sense of pity and anger hidden behind a veil of false optimism. ' Stupid creature. Depending on others to pay for your needs.' Julian thinks to himself as he holds the rupees in his open hand waiting for the moblin to tak them away.'Its too bad Grenada here was only kidding' Julian thought again.

"Hey Grenada, what about you? Do you have any rupees to spare this desperate moblin?" Julian says with a slight emphasis on the word 'desperate' and then smiles at the deku with a sly grin.

"Thank you, very much." *The moblin takes the rupees digs a hole, puts the rupees in the hole then covers them up* 'Great now my plan is almost complete'