<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/uqGUNNX.png)</div><br/>As the little goblin barged into the town hall, Bell couldn’t help the wrinkling of her nose. The green skin obviously carried a stench. She didn’t even want to know where the creature had rolled around. She was oblivious to the fact that goblins had been on the ship with them. Crafty fellas found themselves a hole to hide in perhaps? Since Bell felt utter hatred for Orcs, sometimes her wrath would spread to other races, which she deemed similar in nature. Goblins for example. Gaz’s enthusiasm for adventure thought brought a smile to her flawless face.<br/><br/>Before joining up with the seemingly hyperactive foxy. Bell managed to settle into the tents they were provided. Which looking rather simplistic. She didn’t mind that at all. Being raised in a shabby cottage in the swamplands, Bell was used to conditions much worse than that. Before heading for the track, Missy was so eager to scout ahead, Bell did whisper an incantation which caused the fabric-pleated-tent door to seal itself with an odd flapping noise. She didn’t anyone fumbling around her stuff.