For a moment, Tic is dazzled by the splendor of the city. She had never spent much time in such places, preferring her home and family. The man's approach startled her, but the goblin collected herself quickly. Tic looked the gentleman up and down. Much too clean. She squinted, placing her hands on her hips. "Oy, Why does lat wanna know Strayngr? Going to guide mi to mi ruyn? Bah! Out of mi way. I do not have tyme to bother wit some peddler or crook. I may have ork blood but I ain't no glob. Nevyr talk to strayngrs." She flicked a hand, bumping his hip with her shoulder as she passed. She had too much to worry about to bother with some random man. It was all too likely they would lead her down some alley and try to steal her coin. No, that coin was for materials. Not even the smell of fresh bread would lead her astray... Tic sniffed at the air, biting her lip. Though it did smell awful good... She shook her head, squaring her shoulders. No Tic! This was no fool's errand. The wargoth was counting on her. If there was anything left after, and she had some time. Maybe then she could go see what cakes were fresh in the window today.
Amber eyes
clay red skin
leather & linen clothes
thick boots
grabby claws
pudgy face
round nose
sooty tusks
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