Nadia and Pru skulk off together, following one of the alleyways...<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">and find...</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(http://www.paperspencils.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/TrasgoPF.jpg)</div> Lurking around the corner are two small, almost childish figures, dressed in rags and raw leather scraps. One has an enormous head with equally enormous ears, and is tussling with the other. <em>That</em> one somehow got its head well and stuck in a brass spittoon, and his "friend" is trying to help him out of it, by yanking on the object and kicking the unfortunate creature in the chest all while cursing the trapped creature's stupidity and his own bad luck. It would be comical in itself... except for the rough-edged blades worn by both of them, bones and teeth and desiccated small animals worn as trophies and talismans amid the rags. <br/><br/>   One of the <em>helpful</em> goblin's ears twitch, and it turns suddenly to Nadia and Pru. <em>"Gyaaaargh! Pay attention stupid, longshanks is here!"</em> It hits its companion's head, resulting in a hollow "gong!" noise and an unpleasant gurgle from inside the spittoon. The free goblin then whips its ugly blade free and gets ready for a fight. His partner does the same, but blinded by the spittoon, whirls to face the wrong way!</div></div><br/><hr/><br/>Out in the rest of the crowd though, things are returning to "fairly normal." Father Zantus has cleared his throat again, and raising his hands, looking to the sky, begins his prayer.<strong>"Oh, blessed Desna, we gather under your stars this twilight to..."</strong>And then another interruption. A woman's scream, cut short. Yelps of surprise and fear. Something small and smelly rushes through the crowd, pouncing on the dog that had been snoozing under the wagon resulting in pained cries, both canine and goblish, before the little monster triumphs with a savage little cry, having cut the poor mutt from ear to ear.. And over the sudden din of panicked and confused townsfolk, chants coming from<em>several</em>directions, high, nasal voices in bad common that can't for the life of them get in unison, but whose message is clear enough...<br/><br/><em>Goblins chew and goblins bite!<br/>   Goblins cut and goblins fight!<br/>   Stab the dog and cut the horse<br/>   Goblins eat and take by force!<br/><br/>   Goblins race and goblins jump!<br/>   Goblins slash and goblins bump!<br/>   Burn the skin and mash the head,<br/>   goblins here and you be dead!<br/><br/>   Chase the baby, catch the pup,<br/>   bonk the head to shut it up!<br/>   Bones be cracked, flesh be stewed,<br/>   We be goblins! you be food!</em><br/><br/>Despite the grotesque verse, it<em>does</em>have a catchy tune... But even if those of you in the crowd were inclined to pay it closer attention, it seems the little miscreants aren't planning on giving you the chance; the dog-slaying goblin, its face smeared in blood, points a long dagger at you and screeches something in Goblish. It's probably not calling you pretty. Together with two of its cohorts scampering through the crowd, it rounds and attacks!