Moving over towards the walls of the settlement, Joli's journey was unhindered. There was a pair of goblins around the gates on this side of the settlement, holding spears, but they gazed up at her warily but without looking like they planned to attack her. "No fights in barter town. You start a fight, you pay the price." The goblin guard grunted first. "May fight to protect yourself, but not start it. Starting fight means you get blamed." There was a serious look on the goblin's face, but he moved aside, as did his ally.<br/><br/>The path ahead lead past many tents, small green and brown skinned goblins here and there looking at her curiously. The heart of the area had several goblins and a fwe orcs with wares set down on a cloth before them, from weapons to candles, ropes, and lanterns, to thick waterskins, animal hides and what not. It was a peculiar market of various goods, with some folks arguing already, a nearby goblin man that actually looked<em>handsome</em>in a way seeming to be trading with a pair of goblin women that had a basket full of fresh fish before them. The goblin man would've passed for a handsome halfling if not for the green shade of his skin, no nasty wrinkles, sharp tusks, ridged brow, nothing of that sort. A bit of a flirt and a caress on a goblin lady's cheek, and they seemed to reach an agreement, the goblin man handing them a small amount of coins, before receiving two whole fish wrapped up in cloth bundle. Smiling, he kissed both goblin women on the cheek, and turned to head off.<br/><br/>There was an orc a bit further off that was swinging a lightly shining sword around a few times, some space left around him, before shouting and swinging down no a small wooden dummy, cracking its head apart with one strike, and a burst of smoke and flame. Seeming impressed, he turned to argue with a drow-man sitting on a pillow there, the dark elf's smile polite and pleasant but from the looks of it, the orc's haggling wasn't going well, the merchant shaking his head, and holding out a hand while speaking sharply. The orc finally got furious and tried to turn and just walk away with the sword. Only to collapse, the drow holding up a hand crossbow that came like out of nowhere, the orc's neck's back showing a bolt through it.<br/><br/>There was a scream and shouting, a few goblin guards rushing in. The drow pointed out at the orc, growling and speaking something with the guards, before finally sighing and handing out a few coins, then retrieving the blade from the orc's body. The goblin guard having the man's body pulled up on top of a large hound of some sort, being tied onto the hound's body.