>>5809423“Damned right ‘no’.”
Jump jumped and—you’re ashamed to admit—squeaked at the voice behind you, and whirled around floundering to cast a protective spell. You stopped when you saw Zith-Zi, snickering quietly at you. She wore an oversized leather pauldron upon one shoulder, a mismatch to her rather loose and light traveling attire otherwise, upon which Hershy the feather drake sprawled.
“But… Then, uh…” you began, not sure how to formulate the question.
“Oh, your dad still fucked a goblin,” she said casually. “Two, actually.”
You felt your stomach turn again.
“I don’t like it much, either,” Zith-Zi noted sourly. “Barely got a wink last night.”
“You mean you…?”
“Slept in the tent,” the goblin confirmed, then grimaced. “Tried to, anyway.”
She caught your look, and your meaning, and snapped: “Well it IS my fucking TENT, you know.”
You didn’t know what to say, so you said nothing. Understanding that you didn’t mean to do anything about the situation, Zith-Zi did instead, taking a deep breath and then striding into her residence with an incredibly loud:
“WAKEY WAKEY, HIDE THE SNAKEY! TIME TO GET UP AND FUCK OFF!”
This even served to wake up several of her band outside the tent, whoa rose with groans like they were the living. You watched with secondhand embarrassment as two goblin-girls scampered out of the tent clutching bare breasts and adjusting their skirts. Your father followed shortly after chased by Zith-Zi and her slashing scimitar, with a thin blanket wrapped about him like a kilt to toga, wearing otherwise only his feather-plumed hat.
“MADAM,” he cried in outrage, “if I knew where I’d left my won sword, I would show you what for and make NO mistake, wot!”
He took notice of you, face burning, and gave you an unabashed wink, telling you: “You missed quite the party, my boy. QUITE the party!”
Once everyone had reassembled their outfits and taken what rest they had failed to recoup the previous evening, you were ready to depart.