-Time is Money, Friend!-

The field that Keedle trudged through had completely engulfed the goblin, save for the tips of his bouncing olive ears. Behind him, the young Erathun trudged along with only marginally better optics, thanks to the roughly two feet of height he had on the smaller man. As wide as his sage-green eyes were though, they simply couldn't pick up near enough light in the darkness of the late night hours they were traveling in. Everything was a wash of gray with undefined edges, sitting against a backdrop of endless shadows. It came in stark contrast to the keen night vision he was use to in his natural form, and it didn't help that his sense of smell was also next to obsolete right now. This feeling of sensory detachment had the boy's fingers balled tightly into fists, while every little noise had him darting his head in heightened reflex.

"Easy, kid." The slow, accented voice from behind drew a flinch from Era, and a quick glance back at the hunch-backed form of the forest troll who'd delivered it. "Nothing out here gonna hurt you. Not in these fields."

For a split second, Erathun wanted to bristle and spit back that he wasn't afraid. That he wouldn't be so jumpy if didn't have to travel in this human guise. But the eleven-year old merely turned back around with a vague nod and a mutter, "I know." He rolled his shoulders, shifting the empty backpack that bounce against his small frame, and looked again for the tops of Keedle's bouncing ears and the spray of wild brown hair that looked just as muted and moon-washed to him as the grass they were traveling through.

"Almost there, guys!" Keedle's sharply whispered voice broke the silence a few beats after Zhenn'arh's failed attempt to ease Erathun's nerves. A bright glow of light briefly illuminated the man from the front, emanating from the phone he'd pulled out to double-check their coordinates, "Just past these trees- should be the smaller of the two buildings." While Era squinted his eyes as the sudden glare of light, and Zhenn cast a critical eye about the landscape as their modest cover was suddenly highlighted, the goblin went on, "Specs say there should be a barbwire fence in that tree line, so I might need a lift, Zhenny. Rath too."

"Right, got ya both." Zhenn took this as his cue to move forward, easily sweeping past his two shorter comrades in a few solid strides and breaking into the narrow band of trees ahead. A low-hanging branch was deftly snapped, removing an obstacle that might have clotheslined the goblin and tripped up the kid, before he stopped beside a length of fencing that was nearly obscured by overgrowth. Past his position through the other side of the trees, and across a smaller field that looked to be semi-maintained, a pair of buildings sat under the quiet glow of a partially clouded moon. "I see the buildings. You sure she's there?"

Keedle stumbled his way out of the overgrown field and over the uneven, root-tangled floor of the timberline, swatting away a matting of spiderweb from his face that Zhenn had simply stepped over moments earlier. "Erggh! Zhenn- help! Don't just stand there!"

The deep shadows of the trees hid the amused grin that lifted the troll's lips, but he held back the chuckle he felt welling in his chest. Now was neither the time nor the place for such things, so he merely reached his long limbs forward and hoisted Keedle off the ground and dropped him over the other side of the prickly fencing, while waiting for the fellow to calm down enough to answer his earlier question, "That spider wont be harming you. Just brush off da webbing." When he turned to offer Erathun a hand next, the boy skirted around his outreaching digits and tackled the fence himself, groping about in the darkness as he tried to find and finagle his way over the obstacle.