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"Nerr. Sweetfoods," you say, after making sure he's out of his trance (he's not opening his eyes because he takes no pleasure in your countenance), "you know any ways I can get killz, but keep all they'd blood innem? I bin finkin derrs a lot of it wot gets splashed out and dribbled when I use the CurryOnPeed onnem. I can blood yez up farsta if I gots a way to do em clean and keeps it in." You make sure to couch your request in terms of benefits to him; he responds better. If you revealed the more accurate reason, that more blood saved tonight means less work tumarrah, he'll just call you lazy and conclude you have too much free time, and use that as a reason to give you more work. Thus, whenever you're in camp and not occupied with something needful, you pretend to work on kludging. Pretending to be hard at work saves actual work.
You suspect that Seafood has half guessed what you're up to, but he permits your subterfuge to continue: being busy acting busy is still busywork, inane and absurd, and that is the point. It is a demonstration of the dread you have of him, by which he can communicate with you (mostly in commands) in a language you both understand: Pain and Death.
For truly, Goblins work best under a Tyranny, and from what you gather, Seafood was some kinda bosser Emprah where he came from. And dey loved him too, the way he tells it: he's Wanted everywhere he went, kept getting wedding bracelets and all-paid stays in iron villas with sea and mountain scenes, where there's always men-in-waiting to grant one shoulder massages and neck washes. Yang Wihan's genteel euphemisms are completely lost on Toady, who like most right thinking Goblins understand sarcasm only in terms of sneering and jeering.
He takes a serious minute to consider your person along with your suggestion. At last he says "no. You have no ability," and teaches you something physical: a few precise knuckleblows, delivered mostly to the sides of the face and neck with the stiffened second-from-base-joint of your first two fingers.
He calls this Blood Dotting, which performed by someone capable can cause temporary paralysis, insensibility, stall poison, block or clear Channels (nerh?), and other useful effects. YOU, being a worthless blockhead with the digital finesse of a below-average duck and less sense than a beggar's purse, can forget about doing any of that, especially in combat.
But, with Seafood's personal tutoring and a few hours getting shouted at while getting your ears tweaked for having the object permanence of a barnacle, YOU can now cause disorienting, debilitating nausea on an unsuspecting, static Humie target.
Neither you nor Seafood are very sure it will work on non-Humie humanoids, or well enough to matter on proppa Fighty Ones, but on reg'lar chumps? Piecey kak.
If you pair this Blood Dotting technique wivva killa garrote, you can reliably choke out sleeping adult Humies three or four times your bodymass.
