Tom had been a little shaken by the Hob's death, and he was more than a little concerned by what the odd changeling at the bench had said. He couldn't shake the feeling, and so he decided to do what he always did, wander the greenbelts. There was something calming about the trees, wind, and he was glad he had found the city to have a decent trail system.
He still wasn't sure what to do about the Goblin Fruits, but he was hoping some time would provide inspiration.
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Tom walks the pleasantly peaceful green spaces near the river as he wanders his new home. It occurs to him that now might be a good time to look into that job posting he had noticed.
Feel free to have Tom join Looking for work at The Forge.
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