>>5807239There was a clattering from within the tent, and the unmistakable sound of profanity—made all the more profane by the local language of yowls and guttural hacking sounds. From the flaps of the tent emerged a goblin of, you estimated, about twenty years of age—no longer a young woman by the standards of her short-lived race, but not yet old… Not old enough to have been an adult in HAwksong’s Goblintown before it was dismantled, if she’d ever been there at all. She was slightly taller than average, with brownish hair and especially predatory eyes of a greenish yellow. You wouldn’t describe her as fat—no goblin in this camp was very well-fed, being elan and hungry wastrels—but she had some, ahem, heft to her hips.
Upon this Zith-Zi’s shoulder was perched a small creature, wide and froglike of mouth but covered in a coat of golden plumage, with the appearance of tucked-in wings upon its back, regarding you with curious eyes. You felt your own eyebrows lift as, with a quick glance beyond the mere material, you recognized magic—chimeric magic!—in its makings.
“Shut your stupid fucking face, Athluk-Yan,” the goblin woman fired back in Common with a fluency and accent that belied a history with Hawksong.
She turned and regarded you, and your human companions, and stared wide-eyed at Muffins for a moment.
“Well,” she said after a moment, attempting gamely to appear indifferent. “What do you want?”
>You want to know about the fall of Gobintown, and HAwksong of that era, and why they were purged>You want to know about the goblins’ knowledge of any ‘shapeshifting lizardpeople’ or ‘rat monsters’>You want to know about any involvement they had with mages or demonists>You want to know where she got that feather chimera-drake>Write-in[Please pick no more than two]
