"Maybe Nuffle iz not up dere, in da heavenz", the Comforter thought, after he had picked up the Redeemer once again, ready to throw him far into the sky.

He had done this thousands of times. Wait for the Redeemer to get close to him with this little present for Nuffle in his hands, this... leather egg thing, grab him, and throw him as far up as he could.
Sometimes it worked, sometimes not. Sometimes the Redeemer didn't come to him. Sometimes heretics tried to stop the Comforter, even steal the present!
But sometimes, he managed to grab the little Goblin and launch him into the sun.
Yet no matter how hard he threw, the Redeemer always came back down.
Often, the Redeemer managed to land on his feet and the crowd cheered for some reason the Comforter didn't understand. But he always came back down...

"Maybe Nuffle iz... in da belly!" It only made sense. All emotions he could feel, joy and anger, he felt in his guts. What else could that be, if not Nuffle?!
So, without overthinking it to much, he stuffed the Redeemer down his throat.

The crowd, his fellow believers, the heretics, all of them went wild.
There was an explosion of joy, laughter and happiness. What wonderful deliverance, he thought.

No one knows if the Redeemer truly has found Nuffle in the Comforters belly, but what's certain is that, on his quest to reach him, he has left a deep mark on the Blood Bowl pitch:

All-time No. 4 Top Star Goblin teams

All-time No. 2 Scorer Goblin teams

All-time No. 1 Top Star Doom Diver

All-time No. 1 Scorer Doom Diver