Nobi looked up to the stranger towering above him, tilting his head to the side. It was quite odd, for usually people did not pay much attention to the small little Goblin. And then it was such a weird one as well. He looked weird. And he spoke weird. And he smelled weird. Nobi wondered if he’d taste weird. For a moment, he considered the option of assaulting this man, stripping him off his posessions and seeing what he tastes like. His mouth started watering just thinking about the weird roasted stranger. His eyes shot around. There are too many people. Surely that would cause a commotion. All this time considering, the stranger just stood there in silence, staring awkwardly, as Nobi now awkwardly stared back. Finally, the green lil guy scratched his head.
“What’cha say? What’s an espriuition? I don’ speak em fance werds.”
The man raised his eyebrows, elaborating: “Good Sir, I’m asking what are your dreams? What do you desire?”
Nobi scratched his head again. What a weird guy. What a weird question. He averted his eyes, thinking for a moment, then looked at the gentleman again.
“Well, ya’ know the other day I dreem about ‘dis thing, it’s like a horse but when ya bonk it’s head it goes ‘Beeeez’ and shoots this fire mageek from thee eyes.”
The stranger now just stared at the goblin in confusion, not sure how to respond.
“I dun’ know anythin’ about a Daisiree though.”
The man let out a quiet sigh, just shaking his head before he turned away and walked off in defeat.
Nobi just stood there, his eyes trailing the guy.
“Whadda weirdo.”
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