>>5170257Once you are past the guardsmen, you immediately go about seeking sanctuary with the friendliest face you know in this part of Hawksong’s greater metropolitan area… Not that that’s saying much, considering the natural resting-goblin-face that seems to dominate this ghetto. You make a brisk jaunt to one of the many half-hidden entrances to the basement-level communal dwelling of Zi the—
‘—the Onahole,’ Irinnile finishes, eagerly.
—the Goblin.
‘What even IS an onahole?’ you ask, while you wait at the door, having knocked in the distinctive coded pattern your ne’er-do-well goblin gal-pal taught you.
‘Oh man, Lispy, YOU gotta’ get out East sometime!’
Before the succubus can explain further, a weary and groggy-looking goblin opens the door, rubbing his eyes and scowling.
“The crap do you want?” he asks. “You even know what time it is? What, hit your head on too many doorframes, you big-‘n-tall bi—”
The goblin blinks a couple times, recognizing you at east, directly or by reputation and inference. He scowls, but ceases his tirade, instead turning around and slamming the door shut. You hear him shout for “YEN-ZI” because “YOUR CREEPY, LISPY GIRLFRIEND IS HERE.” It isn’t much longer after that when an even-more-dishevelled-than-usual Zi opens the door, looking about as sleepy as the doorman. She is wearing a strange little cap and has a roughshod pair what almost look like goggles made of a tarp material on her forehead.
“Zithra?” she says. “What’re you doing here? I didn’t think… It’s just sooner than I thought.”
“What are you wearing?” you ask, unable to help yourself.
Zi’s face turns faintly golden-brown around the cheeks with her distinctive blush, and she scrambles to remove the cap and ‘goggles’.
“It’s… Goblins are sort’ve nocturnal, kind of, but we usually live way deeper than this. It’s a thing for shielding my eyes so I can sleep.”
“And the hat?” you ask.
“…From my mum,” she mutters, looking away and blushing hard enough to turn red sepsite the green of her skin. “Anyway, what do you w—I mean, what’s the situation?”
‘Fuckin’ CUTE,’ irinnile squeals.
What do you say?
>You’re here to take her up on that date>You’re in trouble with the Paladins, and need somewhere to lay low>You need Zi’s help tracking down some more demons>You need her to hang onto a cloak for you for a while>Write-in 