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I feel like Vi would have found one of Gobble's notes... I'll miss you all. link182, out.

A note is posted around Eden, including Hadriana and Zadh. Hey. It's Gobbleglorp da Zmal. Jundi Private, Owner of Nugget's Nest, and proud Faulskin warrior of Zadh Nadrozz. At least, I was all of those things. Everyone I care about, save one, has dissapeared or died in front of me. I know 1/3...

*Gobbleglorp starts cackling upon reading a missive.* Take yer apologies an' shove 'em up yer ass, Imperial bastahd. I know yer true colahz.

*Sayvan pins a reply to the message.* Kids in power! Down with the adults! We will crush the Faulskin savages together! You have my vote. Also, can I be your figure head? I really like sand, so I can stay in the city for you. -Sayvan Al-Bahaar Illuma

Same energy.

*Gobbleglorp reads an announcement.* Dem fuckahs broke me ribz.

*Gobbleglorp reads a flyer, his eye widening.* Interestin'. Sounds like fun. However... How does one get deir hands on an octopus' ballz?

[! Gobbleglorp opens his mailbox, finding the letter that was relocated to his home, a grin showing up on his face as he reads it. His response can be found in the bakery's mailbox, as follows.] "Amari, It is nice to hear from you after so long. I was wondering where you've gone. I am...

A hastily scribbled note is attached. Thanks for doing yer part, lass! -GZ

There are copies of the same letter posted around both Al-Khadir and Al-Jabrid. The handwriting itself is sloppy, but legible. Greetings, all! I have an important notice for you. My son, Nugget, was taken from me a few years ago, and I've had trouble finding him. I've been searching like hell...

Gobbleglorp's eye scans the letter, a loud laugh escaping his throat."Ah, man... We saved der asses, and dis is how ya treat us? Sure, I didn't like da alliance to begin with, but at least be honest about yer inability to fight. Mighty Empire, my left nut."

"Does... Does this mean I can show my face 'round da trees again...? Hell, I ain't even a goblin, and dey kicked me out."

Gobbleglorp get his grubby mitts on a copy of this notice. "Damnit! Now I have to commit treason in order to punish da wicked.

Gobble looks at the corpse, a hollow look in his eye. "Ah, ya poor baztad. Someone'll clean ya up, not my problem!"

Are any of these in Hadrianna...?

A small figure was slinking through the streets of Bergwald, sticking to the shadows of night. Any passerby that spotted him assumed he was an elven child, judging by the pointed ears, short stature, and pale skin. But, alas, it was our li'l guy Gobbleglorp, sporting face paint and hair dye...

Why are people laughing...?

The following notice has been written with messy handwriting with the occasional ink smudge from someone with a lack of experience in penmanship. There are multiple copies throughout the halls of Zadh Nadrozz, the inconsistentsies in each page shows that they were all written by hand. Ladz! Da...

Gobbleglorp notices a poster on the notice boards of Al-Khadir. He jumps up and grabs it, his lone eye widening with fear and hatred as he sees the seal of the Hadrian Empire. "What do those bastadz want wit' us?" He spits, reading the notice. "Fuckin' deserved, I say. How'z about I demand...

Gobbleglorp reads a notice, his eye scanning each line as a confused expression forms on his face. Who da hell'z diz jokah? I mean, I'm glad he'z dead, but... Nevah heard o' him before.