[center][color=gold][h2]Drizzak[/h2][/color][/center][hr]As the party returned to the village, Drizzak found himself thinking rather introspectively. In the past day he had spilled so much blood, and for the first time he felt that it was not necessary. Sure, he may have enjoyed it, but there was difference between needing slaughter and wanting it. He was a good goblin, or so he thought of himself. No one had really told him besides himself. A good fighter, yes. A good ally, yes. Even a good cook once. He had cooked bone and onion soup. It was delicious. But still, he was not told if he were actually doing good.

He needed to find out, he had decided. After the disagreement with the dispatching of the slavers in the village and his duel with Xilipha, Drizzak was left with a strangely bitter taste in his mouth. He needed something more. Something more than just killing to kill. He needed a reason to do what he did so well. He departed from the rest of the party and began to seek his target, looking left and right as he limped around in search of Sister Agnes. When he left for the slaver's camp, he was to bring her back the finest warrior's hands as a trophy, but now he could barely even think of defiling Xilipha's corpse in such a way. He did not want to be a butcher without remorse or reason. He wanted to be hailed as a hero, to be revered and ascend beyond the common goblin. He felt a need to protect the weak.

Among the gathered masses is where Drizzak found Sister Agnes, tending to the weak and weary. He wasted no time in advancing and attempting to grab her attentions, interested only in furthering his goals. He pushed his way through the crowds, now that the slaves were safe and his companions were tending to both themselves and those weaker. With a tug on her skirt, Drizzak spoke directly to Sister Agnes.

[color=gold]"Lady Eggness tell Drizzak how to be big good guardian. Tell Drizzak how to be goodest. Drizzak want prove he good goblin."[/color]

As he stared up at her with those large eyes, the glints of gold in his wounds shone in the light. Like little jewels beneath his skin.

[@Afina]