Happy with the result of their common shelter, Goblin is about to congratulate Glimmer when a box appears in front of him out of nowhere. "Oh, looks like I received a gift." he says, seeing the colours of the Alliance decorating the box. The man crouches and opens it to check its content. Goblin puts the ration and the climbing harness in the backpack and he holsters the revolver so he can quickly get it if needed. "If you don't mind this kind of food, we will have three days worth of ration each so food is now less an issue in the coming days."
The flares ends in his pockets and when he find a small fabric bag at the bottom of the box, he is intrigued. He picks it and opens it, revealing a dark anthracite grey feather and a message. Reading the message, he is overwhelmed by emotion and raises his head toward the Noctua. "This," he says, showing the feather, "is our insurance that we will be safe as long as I keep it with me." With these words, he attaches the feather to his vest, close to his hearth.
"Now, we should insure that the shelter will be resistant enough to support that incoming storm. I will look around for vines or anything like that that could help us reinforce it."