<em>At the Gilliam's Emporium</em><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/6ca9ccaa-0b04-417c-b4e2-7d26d5065243/dcwayh1-f4c134e7-ed7c-4075-adb7-132c6273a7d4.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzZjYTljY2FhLTBiMDQtNDE3Yy1iNGUyLTdkMjZkNTA2NTI0M1wvZGN3YXloMS1mNGMxMzRlNy1lZDdjLTQwNzUtYWRiNy0xMzJjNjI3M2E3ZDQuanBnIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.Lq7x-79Nhhw4YxCVx7ndBjnuMO9A6MY5yYGFjy52sIM)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>BERG'INYON ZAUVIIRYN (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=317461.msg15307672#msg15307672)</strong></span></span><br/></div>Berg'inyon Zauviiryn observes the cruel game goblins came up, game with no chance to win at all. Merely give an excuse to punish the slave who does not know better. However, his attention is caught by the exotic performer, setting stage and clearly drawing everyone's attention (or at least most of them). Albeit he personally is not against slave ownership, but he himself like see slaves valued and so far torment tiefling suffers for out of nothing feels....not<em>justified</em>in his opinion. So while goblins are enthralled by performed he moves hand to his mouth, cover them as he speaks quietly, covering his mouth to avoid anyone seeing him he was whispering instructions which could only be heard by one creature.....from the hood of his cape crawls out a bat, a simple black bat which blends to shadows of the tavern illumination. It takes off silently, flapping wings as it flies in common room roof space silently to the chandelier which hangs above the goblins. In there bat settles, moving to where strings are tied which keep the pouch hanging in the chandelier, staring use its tiny clawed hangs and sharp teeth to gnaw and tug the strings, seeking to undo them and let pouch fall upon the tiefling slave while goblins attention is elsewhere.<br/><br/>As his familiar, Dusk, is doing its stealth mission Berg's attention shifts to drums and music they conjure. He frowns a little, he has no warm memories of his mother, nor about home's warmth nor succor. Only sheer bitterness. But the tempo is good and display, even if seen through, looks pretty and exotic. Albeit he has seen surface, as part of raids which he has partaken as mercenary and first time he saw sunlight, he imagined the fiery orb in sky will fry him like one his fireballs do. It had been funny for his mercenary band tease about his scared reaction for long while until he learned better and not fear the sun, besides it causing exposure to him and render nearly blind.