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Seems so.

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Drizzak

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The red-garbed goblin to the compliments and the banter as if he were a child being inducted into the world of diplomacy. His beady, luminous eyes stared on in bewilderment as the warm-bloods and tree-folk chattered of matters far above his current attention spans allowance. Drizzak wasn't exactly the most educated of smallfolk, but that didn't mean he wasn't smart in his own way. It just so happens that it was not this way.

The music from the string-lady's instrument started and his ears rung. What was this? Where were the drums, to make the heart race on the eve of war? Where were the Shriekers to call his name and revere him for the mighty beast he was? What was this twanging, plucking racket? The finer arts lost to him, Drizzak groaned and yapped.

"Too slow. Too soft. Need loud! Need fast!" He stood upon his stool, balancing perilously as he waggled a bony claw. "String-lady! You know 'Blood In Mouth Make Happy'? Maybe know 'See Me Teeth'? They fast and loud. Very fast and loud. Make chest go thumpa."

One of the goblin's ears twitched as he sat back down on the stool. "We sit too long. When we go fight? Drizzak teeth itch." The goblin tapped his claw on his chin, below his maw of razor-sharp fangs. He fidgeted and shifted awkwardly, looking around at his company. The hood of his dragon-skin had fallen back to reveal a short crop of bright orange hair some few minutes ago. Overall he couldn't have been much taller than 4 feet, but his stature was diminutive. He was quite the sight, to put it in plain terms. And rightfully so. Not everyday you see a dragon in the flesh.

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Not saying she can't. Just saying, watch out. Only you can prevent elf-fires.

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Given Drizzak's tendency to self-immolate in the literal heat of battle, I don't think that would be the greatest idea. Heart-burn would be the least of your concerns.

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>The goblin that thinks himself a dragon is the most trusted.

Call of Cthulhu: Sea of Nightmares interest check

I've got a definite interest.

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Vah-ras.

Drizzak no like long syllables.

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Drizzak

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The door to the tavern swung open, letting in the light of the outside world for a moment before swinging shut once more. A few sets of eyes turned to regard the peculiar shape that entered, and the shape stared back. A shrill, frantic voice called out at a particularly intrigued patron. It sounded like steel scraping granite.

"What you look at, huh?! You never see'd pretty dragon 'afore?"

The sound of cloth shifting dampened the sound of the waddling that got louder as the shape neared the table the group was situated around. Drizzak had already read up on the posting. He knew where he needed to be. From beneath the table, a sudden bump came. A few seconds of silence passed before a small, green creature, garbed in red cloth, wrestled his way onto a stool. A comically oversized sack sat on his back and a shabby-looking crossbow lay tied to him with dirty frayed string.

Once Drizzak had settled, he took a few moments of wobbling upon his stool to look at his company. As he came to balance himself, his crooked teeth shone through his wide smile. So many different shapes and colors in this group. Such a strange group for a dragon to rule over, but it would have to do.

"Drizzak hear you needing help. Drizzak give you power of dragon. He help."

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Sorry about that everyone, IRL issues cropped up and cut my time down quite a bit. Endeavouring to post soonish.

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It has began.