so I can manipulate plants now. Cool, cool cool cool. After that crazy job with the break in and everything, I'm living large. Guy gave us enough to live on for a while each, and I'm just happy to be able to rent a room at a cheap motel while I work out how to actually afford a damn house in this economy. Then, go figure, my horns start itching. A lot. I try to ignore it but the blasted things just don't . STOP. ITCHING. So naturally, I have to figure out a crazy goblin thing dear old Da passed down to me. Lovely. I'm shut up in this cheap, probably flammable, motel room for hours trying to get the itching to stop, trying anything I can think of, illusions, fire, wind calling, heck, even that crazy story about turning people into more goblins, but no dice. No goblins popping out of thin air, no one suddenly shedding their skin and hopping out with magic powers, no blue flames setting the entire motel ablaze, no lightning falling from the sky, nothing. Until I find a patch of living grass. Now, this was a crazy cheap motel, I'm not losing all this money I just got over some base creature comforts, but I'll be honest, having so little plantlife nearby was kinda shocking. Fortunately for me, it just so happened to be right outside the room I got. Finally, the itching disappears as some stray football just gets tangled in a thich growth of grass. The shock snaps me out of some kind of magical trance and the grass shrinks back into the ground, no one the wiser, and I have my first goblin power. Goody.