A cold wind began to blow down into the town, a sure sign that Fall had fully set in and Winter was looming over head. A few birds fluttered from tree to tree and a squirrel scrounged for nuts to prepare for the long winter. The sun had begun to set, casting a soft glow on the town.From up the road, the familiar silloquet of a goblin in a top hat could be seen walking back into town. he seemed much more relaxed and at peace than when he last left. He stopped infront of the tavern, taking a huge breath in, before entering. He waved to the bartender and order a bottle of wine before making way to his favorite table to lounge on top. He popped the cork and took a long drink, looking heavy in thought.
Nasher cocked his head. "Nasher confused. Horney head talks to his self or to Nasher? Horney Head must be talkings to hisself because Horney Heads being confusing and weird. It's not your fault Horney Heads," Nasher said, patting the Angori sympathetically between the horns.
Des grouchily grimaces at the goblins hand before raising one of his to extend one finger in the air to count. "That's one." He shakes his head away. "I'm talking to you, idi--" He ceases to snarl the rest of his insult, then folds his arms. "But seriously, where've you been?"
"Nasher had vision in dreams! Gobb'n elders from long long ago came to Nasher as Nasher sleeped. Nasher couldn't take it anymore! The old bats wouldn't shut up for Nasher to gets some shuts eye! So Nasher dids what they saids and wents to old cave to thinks and finally gets sleeps," the goblin took a deep drink from his bottle, beginning to get into his tale. "Nasher tries starting fire with wood, but it was all wet and didn't burn very hot atall. So Nasher used herby leaf Nasher found and used thats instead. It mades more smokes than fires. But Nasher had vision then! Nok Nok hisself formed from the smokes and tolds Nasher that Nashers calling is to be Shaman and that Nasher has to make deals with elements. So Nashers says oks. Then Nasher just sat in smoky smoke for another week because the smoke made Nasher happy," the goblin concluded, reminiscing about the smoke he had enjoyed from the fires.
Nasher cocked his head, confused. "Anything can be used to makes's Horney Head happy!" the goblin said with a stoic look on his face. He looks to his almost empty bottle. "Even this bottle of delicious can makes Horney Head happy. Horney Head just needa wanna be happy with the bottle of delciousness, or the herby leaf, or that dead squirrel Nasher found. Where'd Nasher puts thats thing?" the goblin said wtha hint of curiosity, now distracted from the conversation with his search of the festering squirrel he put somewhere on his person.
"Well, aren't you a sight for well eyes? I haven't been aggravated by that grim complexion in a mest at least." Desiderio approaches from the table where he was sat and sits across from Nasher.