<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Kittenpeeler/Pathfinder%20Characters/commission__temyrel_by_chibi_oneechan-d42jsw5.jpg)</div><br/>Tluian sighs as the goblins scatter back inside before anything can be done. He may have to give up on getting his pants back. It's not that they were great pants, in fact the tailor heard wrong when he asked to what side sir hangs, but damn it, it's the<em>principle</em>of the thing. Goblins should not be in possession of Elvish pants!<br/><br/>"Right, well. The entrance is too small for any of us to get into. We've got nothing to bargain with..." he pauses, and looks at Thorne "...Unless your wrist isn't sore yet?" His brows go up and he strokes his chin. "If they're<em>really</em>dumb, maybe a wanking booth, goblins rubbed free, special one-day offer..."<br/><br/>"...nah, that sounds like a dumb idea from a funny picture book," he sighs, frowning. "And since I've barely gotten any experience at all, I'm still a long way from just dropping fireballs down the entrance and seeing what pops out." He smooths down his dress. It's starting to annoy him now, and he's wondering if he should just run around half-naked like his new companions. "Anyone have an amazing idea for overcoming an impossible challenge with dubious rewards at the end?"