<em>Storytelling</em><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/6D60Uq7.jpg)</div><br/>Kieri did put her halberd down, within reach, but then, before taking her seat, did the same with her cloak. Underneath, she was fully painted, each sign, each stroke dense with meaning that couldn't be found in any book. Mostly because no one that would write about it would bother to find out enough to. But another goblin chief would understand many of the meanings within. And, most importantly, they would understand it as a sign of respect. This Alwyn... Kieri wasn't sure. She said things that sounded good, she looked nice and she had the drive and power to push those ideals. And she had done her research, a point in her favour. Few humans knew, or would care about her feat. But she was human. Kieri wanted to lift the non-humans, and that included letting them live a culture that wasn't their own. How would this Alwyn react when she was faced with one herself, here, in her home? Kieri lifted her mask and, under its shadow, shone the yellow eyes of one who had fought a displacer beast and won. As they looked at Alwyn, they would miss nothing.<br/><br/>"Slums. That's what they are. Once they stop being that, we can start calling them something different. I'm working on it, now, but I'm not stopping there. This city is rotten with non-humans that aren't treated right. Now, I've heard talk of some of what you said. It sounds good. But you're human. You've been treated special. I get my way and humans don't get treated special." She frowned. "Different, yes. Goblin isn't human. Don't want to make gobliny humans, don't want to make humany goblins. That's just as bad. Different, but not special. That something you can live with? And for violence, well..." She tapped her halberd affectionately. "I won't bring it, but if others do, I'll begat it alright." She shoved a handful of meat into her mouth, chewing it slowly as she waited for the mage's response.