Boblin lived in a cave until he was the ripe old age of 12. Not suited for combat, he traveled the lands as a traveling merchant. He finally decided to settle down and build a tavern for people to enjoy. He lives in the attic and likes to look at the customers as they drink and play cards. He prides himself on making all the drinks in house. He has thought about putting up a notice board for attract more adventurers. Anything to help business.
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The traveller has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, their gaze is met with run down houses and shops. They duck into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?" She begins, then pauses to study their face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a chair, “Where do you come from? What do you hope to make of yourself?”
The small goblin sits on a rickety chair, his legs dangling off the floor due to his small stature. "I don't really see how its any of your damn business, but since you asked nicely, my name is Boblin. I came here in search of fertile lands to open a tavern." The goblin looks thoughtfully at the prying hag. "Mama said I could be anything, I wanted to be an alcoholic like my dad, but a tavern keeper is close enough. "The goblin hops out of the chair and walks gingerly to the door. "Bye bye old wretch, stop by the tavern sometime so I can see what it's like to throw someone out."
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