<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/ff/0b38051f5cf532a1334fd8fd9d2d3da1.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><em>Dahlya Kos</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308778.msg15006627#msg15006627)</span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Oloven; Goblin NPC<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Street Bazaar<br/>HP: 24/24 | AC: 14 | Status: Normal</span><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>For a moment all Dahlya could do was stare after the thing that dropped into the sewer, imagining the 'seed' of it taking root in the filth there and growing even larger than the creature that had emerged from the barrel.  She considered suggesting they follow it and finish it off for good, but that would mean going into the sewers themselves and tracking it for gold knows how long.  The thought of all that filthy work made her nose crinkle up and she decided that was a problem for another day...or, better yet, someone else.<br/><br/>Her attention moved to the stall where they'd been about to get their drinks, looking for the stilted goblin who had been serving them.  "Three shots of your strongest liquor...on the house."  The last three words were intoned with menace, making it clear she would accept no argument to the contrary.  Her blade remained in her hand, held well away from her to avoid getting any of the foul fiends muck on her clothing.  Turning, she looked to her partner and nodded to the case.<br/><br/>"Keep a firm grip on that, Oloven.  The creature was far more interested in that than it was in us, which means someone set this whole fucking thing up.  Elf girl included, I'll bet."  As she recalled the girl, and her suspicions set in, she turned to see if the contortionist remained within sight.