Apparently getting blamed for starting a fight only mattered if you couldn't pay to bribe the goblin guards.  The drow was even allowed to collect the sword from the orc after killing him.  Then again, the drow was seated, maybe he had been the merchant and the orc had tried to steal the sword?  In any case this was no farmers market, Joli would have to watch her steps here very carefully.  She was also told another thing by the incident.  She'd thought that the orcs, the drow, and the goblins were at war here under the earth, but this little trade village told a different tale.<br/><br/>The three races seemed to be willing to work together when it benefited their own needs.  That didn't bode well for Joli.  In the back of her head she'd thought that she might perhaps be able to turn the goblins against the orcs, or the upper races against the drow.  But she now thought that might not work.  If anything it only confirmed that she was the outsider here.  Everyone was a potential enemy and she'd have to be careful to watch her every step and keep an eye on her purse as well.<br/><br/>She waited till she saw an opportunity and walked to the two goblin women that had been selling the fish.  She hoped that they were still somewhat distracted by the handsome goblin.  Approaching them, her torch held low and nonthreatening she would greet them in goblin  "Geep dret fegkh ip ip dargh ged get," she would say in the native goblin tongue.  It was a fairly standard greeting among most goblins, and her studies had led her to beleive it translated fairly smoothly into, "I don't know you yet but please don't kill me."   Then continuing in the goblin tongue she'd say, "I'm looking for an inn, a place to sleep."<br/><br/>She would be careful to neither offer a reward for such information, nor would she appear to grovel.  She didn't want to appear overly aggressive nor appear an easy target.